"Why?" she asks sharply, stopping him again. She is cold, but she doesn't care. She's so angry at him or maybe she's angry at herself. It all blurs together and leaves her on edge and wanting to do something stupid. "Why could I do better? With who, would you tell me that?"

She's so close to him that she's pretty sure he can feel the heat of her breath as she speaks. Maybe a part of her is hoping he'll tell her he's jealous, but that part is fading fast. Every time she gets her hopes up, he says something or does something to prove that she's being an idiot. To prove that all he does is love her in a platonic way.

"Do you even know him? Or are you rushing to a conclusion because...because...because I don't know why."