He shook his head, stepping closer to me. “Luna, no. We can fix this. I’ll make it right.”
“You can’t make this right, Damon,” my voice trembling. “Not after everything. I’ve given you chance after chance, and you’ve thrown them all away.”
“Please,” he begged, reaching for my hand, but I pulled back. “I’ll end it with Leah. I swear. I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this.”
I shook my head, tears spilling down my cheeks. “It’s too late.”
“Luna, I love you,” he whispered, desperation in his voice. “I never stopped loving you.”
“Love?” I laughed bitterly. “If this is your version of love, Damon, then I want no part of it.”
He looked lost, like he didn’t know what to say, how to fix the mess he had created. But I was past the point of caring. I was done waiting for him to realize what he had lost.
“I want the rejection, Damon,” I said, my voice steady. “And I’m leaving tonight!”
