"Yes!" Seren exclaimed.
Mark felt something strike his chest—with just a single syllable.
"I hate you, Mark!"
"I really hate you!" Seren clarified.
Mark froze; the blow to his chest grew harder, causing his breath to quicken as rage engulfed his heart. Mark's jaw tightened as he stared at Seren, who showed not a trace of remorse on her face.
For three years, he had grown accustomed to hearing Seren call his name with love, in a pleading tone like a sob. Hearing that hatred come from Seren's own lips made Mark feel as though something had shifted inside his chest.
Seren took a deep breath, pushing away the pain in her chest, but she continued speaking. "But Mark, that doesn't mean I'm this low."
There was a sharp pang of pain inside him, but Mark pushed it deep down, refusing to believe it was just emotional distress.
Mark refused to believe it. "You think I'd just take your word for it?"
