Haruna wasn't finished. She wrenched her wrists free from my grip, her nails digging into my skin as she stumbled back, her breath ragged. Her eyes burned into mine—wide, wounded, and brimming with a storm of emotions.
"Then what is it?!" she demanded, her voice cracking with betrayal. "If she's your girlfriend, then what about Hannah?! Don't you love her?!" Her hands trembled violently at her sides, fingers clenching and unclenching as if she were fighting the urge to strike me, to make me feel even a fraction of the pain she was in.
I stood my ground, my voice cold and unyielding. "Don't you already know whether I love Hannah or not?"
Haruna's lips parted, her face twisting in confusion. "What kind of answer is that?!" she snapped, her voice rising in desperation. "If you don't love her, then why did you pretend?! Why did you let her believe in you?!" Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them back furiously, refusing to let them fall.
