“I can’t do this anymore,” you yell.

You’re both standing in the rain, soaked, shivering, raw.

“Do what?” Jacob shouts back. “Love me in secret? Act like I’m poison?”

“This will ruin me.”

“I know,” he says. “And I’m still here. So say you don’t love me. Say it, and I’ll walk.”

You hesitate.

One second.

Two.

Your lip trembles. “I—”

He nods. “That’s what I thought.”

He starts to walk away.

You scream his name. Mom