“Exaggerating?” I shouted back. “You made me donate blood for a fake accident!”
“It was just a harmless joke,” he scoffed.
“A harmless joke?” I repeated in disbelief.
“Nobody held a gun to your head and forced you to donate,” he snapped back dismissively.
Whatever love remained inside me disappeared.
“You’re right, Brendan. Nobody forced me,” I said, taking a deep breath. “We are completely finished.”
Brendan gave a dry laugh.
“Don’t be ridiculous over a small prank.”
“We are done,” I repeated with absolute finality.
“You’re ending us over
