[ All she has to do is say the opposite of what she feels, right? She balls her hands at her fists, digging her nails sharply into her palms. It's painful, but the pain brings with it a clarity that helps her focus on what she's saying. ]

"Hate" is too strong a feeling, of course.

[ Because the opposite of "love" isn't "hate," it's... ]

I'm indifferent. I don't feel anything for you anymore. Perhaps I never did to begin with.

[ She manages to keep her voice level and steady the entire time, her gaze firmly fixed on him. But her fists, those are shaking at her side from the effort of it. She's dug her nails so deeply into her palms that she's drawn blood, a droplet trickling from the fingertips. ]