“So, that’s it, then? We’re done?” “No, we’re not fucking done. I’m not breaking up with you, Karras.” She worries her teeth over her bottom lip, shoulders slumping. “You’re not?” “No,” I say firmly. “I really, really like you. Do you know that? And all I fucking want is to be there for you. Your person—the one you come to when you’re in need, the one you call in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep. And I thought that’s where we were headed, together. But somehow, you’ve defaulted to pushing me away while letting Elio in. And I’m starting to think that it will always be that way.”
