As she leaned closer, her scent brushed against my nose. And suddenly, I remembered our argument that night—how I’d demanded to know why she had to leave, why Gideon was always the one she chose over me.
Why, in her heart, would I never compare myself to him?
That night, she looked at me like I was crazy and snapped, “Spencer, what else do you want from me?! I spend half my time at home with you. Half my life is wasted on you, and you still think it’s not enough? All I wanted was to hang out with my friends for once. What did I do wrong?!”
We fought brutally. And in the end, I said the words that broke everything.
Spencer's POV
“I’m telling you, if you walk out that door, we’re done.”
I watched Dahlia freeze in the doorway. Her tears kept falling, each drop trembling with a choked sob.
“Dahlia,” I said quietly. “I’m your boyfriend, not someone you ‘waste time on.’ You can’t call spending time with me a burden. Why is it that with your friends, with Gideon, it’s always 'hang out'—playing together, eating together—yet when it comes to me, it all turns to 'spending time'?”