Kol could tell there was no passion behind the kiss, something was wrong. He pulled back and looked at Tatia, putting his hands on her waist. She was going to break up with him. He knew it. He wasn't good enough for Tatia. His dad was right. She was leaving him. Oh God. Oh God. He could already feel the lump in his throat. He was going to cry. He only hoped she would make it swift and painless.
"Something is wrong. You're unhappy. Look Tats, if you're going to break up with me, make it quick and painless, okay?"