“Urgh! You’re so fucking…urgh!” She lets go and rests her hands on the counter. “I’m not going to stand here and listen to you insinuate that you’re bad for me! That’s bullshit, and you fucking know it!” “Who knows. Maybe I do,” I say, sounding completely defeated. “Or maybe I’m just mentally preparing for the inevitable day that you leave again.” “Then why don’t you just ask me to stay?” she yells. “Because I don’t know if I want you to!”
