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When I could again speak, my words were flat. “I’m mad at you.”
“Really? I can’t imagine why. Your new station in life agrees with you,” Remy retorted, his eyes drifting to my attire.
Blushing slightly, I glanced down at my expensive outfit and then glared back at him. “Do you think I care about this?”
“I do. Yes. At least a little,” he admitted.
I wanted to deny it. But deep down I knew he was right.
“Are you expecting me to fall all over you with gratitude for what you’ve done?” I asked tensely.
“I’m not gonna lie, I was kind of hoping,” Remy replied, his charm slowly returning.
I stepped towards him. “Well, I’m not. I’m mad at you.”
“Okay, let’s hear it. What did I do?”
I frowned. “Don’t treat me like my feelings don’t matter.”
“I’m not doing that. I know they do. And, I’m sorry.”
“You left me. You made me think that something was developing between us and then you ghosted me… for months. You broke my heart.”
Remy paused as pain washed over him. “I did do that. Would you forgive me if I told you that there was a very good reason?”
“Because you had to plan your wedding?” I spit.
Remy looked away to pull my dagger from his heart. “I guess I did.”
“And do you know what makes me even madder?”
Remy, standing inches in front of me now, asked, “What’s that?”
“It’s how much of a hypocrite you are.”
“I’m a hypocrite? I’ll have to admit that in the thousands of times I imagined this moment, being called a hypocrite hadn’t crossed my mind.”
“Well, you are.”
“Then enlighten me. How am I also a hypocrite?”
“You’re a hypocrite because you make this huge deal about the rewards that come from being your true self and then the moment you get the same choice, you do the opposite.”
“You think my withdrawing is me denying my true self?”
“I don’t think it. I know it.”
“That’s interesting because I think my true self is someone who does whatever they have to keep the ones they care about safe. To suffer, to endure, to hurt in order to make sure that nothing happens to the ones I love. Are you saying that’s not truly who I am?”
“The ones you love?” I asked vulnerably.
“The one I love,” Remy clarified.
I softened at his words but still maintained my resolve, “But you’re not heartless.”
“Who said I was heartless?”
“You did. In your actions.”
