Snow likes a boy. He likes a boy, and it's not me. I know I've never given him a reason to, logically I do realize that, but it still hurts. I can't help that, there's no logic behind my emotions. I mean, it's not like he's ever given me a reason to like him and somehow I fucking fell in love with him anyway.

Fuck.

My throat feels too tight and there's a pressure behind my eyes, and I haven't answered his question.

"No," I say, and get up to return to my apartment, because everything is too much.