"Did you ever love me?" My voice trembled as I fought back tears. He reached toward me, but I stepped away. "Answer me," I demanded, my tone fierce though my voice wavered. "Did you ever love me?" "I...I don't know," he whispered, each word cutting deeper than any silence could. His uncertainty answered everything. I meant nothing to him. All my devotion, every piece of myself I'd sacrificed to repair his shattered heart—it was worthless. He used me, broke me, and left me hollow. I was finished.