"What… what exactly do you want from me?" I whispered again, but this time my voice cracked.
Ren blinked at me,still confused. "I… what do I want from you?"
His voice was cautious. "June… I just… I just wanted you to talk to me. I don't want anything from you."
I scoffed.
"No. No. Ren, I need to know what you want from me."
I pointed a finger at his chest.
"Because this is bullshit. All of it. You… acting kind and soft and gentle with your stupid calm voice and your stupid piano fingers. Acting sweet with…with some hidden motive. You and…." My voice cracked. "You and fucking Ian."
Ren stepped closer.
"Hey," he said, quietly. "You don't get to talk for me."
He took a tiny breath. "Calm down, please. Just listen to me for one second. Take a breath."
My knees went weak. My hands shook, and before I could stop it…
I was crying. Again.
"Ren!" I sighed.
He raised his head to listen.
"I had a crush on you for over two years," I burst out.
Ren's eyes widened.
