Chloe's Point of View
Jonathan's words swirled in the air, like a dark cloud hung between us, the chill of his indifference settling within my bones. My mind was racing, but my body seemed to be glued to the spot. It was suffocating silence.
"When will you care about what I lose?" I repeated, my voice softer, more vulnerable. I hadn't meant to ask that question, not really, but now that it was said and unescapable, I could pull it back into my mouth.
Jonathan's eyes flashed with something—a feeling I couldn't quite identify. For a moment, he almost looked like he wished he had left things unsaid, but as fast as it came, that moment went. His face had set in place again, his lips furrowing into a thin line.
"This was never about caring, Chloe," he said, his voice cool. "You know what this is."