Chapter 78 Breaking Point

• "You don't fucking get it, do you?" Ethan's voice cut through the air, sharp and raw. He stood a few feet away from me, fists clenched, his chest rising and falling with barely contained anger. I could see frustration in his eyes, the tension in his muscles as if he was barely holding himself together.
• I crossed my arms, keeping my voice as calm as I could. "What am I supposed to get, Ethan? That you've been stringing both me and Mia along? That you don't know what the fuck you want?"
• He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "This isn't about Mia. It's about us. You. Me. I've been trying to figure out what the fuck happened to us."