Linton was speechless.
Gabriel's words struck him like a physical blow, a sudden, sharp ache spreading through his chest. He winced, his handsome features clouding over. He opened his mouth to argue, but realized there was nothing to say. Wasn't Gabriel right? He deserved it.
Linton slowly lowered his gaze, a self-deprecating smirk touching his lips. Sometimes, he truly hated the man he used to be. Liliana had been right to call him an asshole.
Seeing his lifeless, defeated look, Gabriel's eyes darkened. "So?" he asked coldly. "Have you figured it out yet?"
"...Why I treated Liliana that way back then."
Linton said nothing. The tips of his ears turned red, a flicker of shame on his face. He cleared his throat, his expression growing awkward. He had never been good at sharing his true feelings, not even with Liliana. It always felt unnatural.
In truth, both he and Liliana were impossibly stubborn. They were constantly pushing against each other, locked in a contest of wills, until one day, with a sudden, final snap, the rope that bound them together broke. Even the strongest rope has its limits. So does love.

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