Tears flowed down my cheeks as I struggled to process the truth. All this time, I held onto false hope, and now it shattered into millions of pieces. I forced a small, sarcastic smile and said, "Well, isn't that just great?" I got up from the bench and tried to walk away, but he grabbed my hand.
"Please don't be mad," he whispered, but I snatched my hand away from his grasp.
"Why shouldn't I be? You led me...