I don’t know what to do. I’ve got to apologize; I’ve got to let them know they can just think of that as something to remember their time with. Not as a plea to get them to stay. If they choose to stay because of this and their life goes completely to shit like Kavya warned, I’ll never forgive myself.

“Sean.”

My stomach sinks. It’s the moment of truth to beg Ross to go back, when, if I’m being completely honest, it’s not at all what I want them to do. But they have to.

I turn, but it’s not Ross.

“Dominic.” He’s coming out of the screening room, not in a tux like everybody else, but in that Indiana Jones costume he wore last year. The one for his epic promposal. Except instead of his face lit up with excitement as he asked me to the dance, his pale skin is bright red with tear streaks.

He takes in a breath, but it’s stunted, like it can’t get past a lump in his throat. Then he croaks, “I really messed up.”

All this time I wanted to see this emotion on his face, wanted him to show that he had some sort of feeling—any feeling at all—so he wouldn’t be the heartless guy who’d dumped me at the drop of a hat. But now that I actually see his remorse, I hate it. I hate that he looks hurt, right after seeing the perfect moments Ross and I shared together. I hate most of all that my instinct is still to protect his feelings, even though he never thought of mine. And I can’t help feeling like if I’d just let Ross do their own thing that day they washed up on the beach, I wouldn’t be responsible for everyone’s emotions right now.

“What do you want me to say?” I ask.

D just swallows, over and over. He always does that when he’s trying to stop crying, as if he can swallow down his tears.

He gulps one last time before he finally whispers, “Seeing that was really hard. Seeing you with them these last few weeks has been really hard.”

Every single bit of sympathy I had for him is wiped out with that one statement.

“Seriously? Seeing Ross with me was hard? How do you think it felt when you told me you were over our relationship, Dominic? You brushed aside more than a year together in one day. And the worst part is, I blamed myself. Instead of being mad at you, I felt like I was the problem. I thought I had to prove to you that I was worthy of your love. That’s so messed up that you put me through that and didn’t even give me an explanation. Wasn’t I enough?”