#WritcoStoryChallenge
The setting was perfect. Candlelight, polished cutlery and a single rose set in a delicate vase at each table.
"I can't do this." I pulled my hand out of his and took a few steps back. "I can't."
"Hey, what's wrong Liv?" He looked worried. Of course he did. Actor. Hypocrite. Cheat. He was all of those things. It was odd, how I could see so vividly beneath the mask.

I ran my palm down my face, shaking my head. "Don't force yourself to do this, Finn. You don't like me. "

"Why do you think-"
"I saw you that day. And, your...