“Were you in love with him?”
She looked down sadly, wistfully, hoping that look could speak for itself so she wouldn’t have to. She hated herself enough as it was.
“Look at me,” he said instead. She refused, her eyes still unfocused, looking at the ground.
“Sara, it’s not a bad thing to be in love. You’re not… breaking any rules or–”
“I know that,” she said.
“So why so sad?”
Tears came to her eyes. She finally forced herself to look at him. “Because… nothing good can ever come of it… Even if he likes me… Love is just…”
“Maybe you should sort out your values.”
Her head had dropped again, but it snapped up at that comment. “You’re insane if you think there’s anything… bright about love. It’s… it draws you in with its… but it’s all just a fucking lie. You’re all insane.”
“Yeah. I’m insane.”