"It's best you keep your assumptions to yourself. It is not my fault that you lied to yourself... Because I have been nothing but myself with you." He hadn't been so affected until he heard those whispers, until she spoke words of love when she said it wasn't possible. "There is no we in this. I got the spoiled end of it and you know it." She had no idea. No true idea, there was little doubt on that.
"I suppose you could have lied to us both. Or that you lie to them as well." It had been that she couldn't love him, not that she couldn't love anyone, not that she couldn't give her heart. It was only to him that she couldn't, that she wouldn't.
"Dreams are just that, Anna. Only dreams." He turned from her again.