"I think we make better friends"

"I'm sorry, Joe. I don't know what to say. I care about you, and I don't want to hurt your feelings, but..."

"I think we make better friends." She continued.

Amy's words stung.

You felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest.

"It's okay. I understand." You say, forcing a smile.

The silence was deafening.

"I'm sorry. I should go." You say, breaking the awkward silence.

"Okay." Amy replied, her voice barely audible.

"Yeah, see you around." You said, trying to hide your disappointment.