“Don’t be ridiculous,” I said, still walking. She walked faster to keep up with my long legs. “I had taken you out that day to see you. It wasn’t about your work.”
“But you’ve taken it anyway, right? So, what makes you that much better than me? What makes you think that – even if the so-called relationship you’re on about was actually real – that I’m worse than you are?”
I stopped and turned to her so fast she nearly bumped into me.
“The difference is that I was falling in love with you,” I said. “Which was the worst thing I could have done. I regret every minute of it.”
She winced like my words hit her like physical punches. Good. If she could hurt half as much as I did maybe it would all be fair.
“You stole my work,” she said but her voice was thin now. I had the feeling she was goi
