He could never love me in the way I crave so desperately…not in this timeline. Not in this universe. Our stars are only ever meant to exist from opposite sides of the sun burning brightly forever between us. “Sometimes I feel like…like you only tolerate me, because I’m dating your sister.”
“So the fact you think you can’t come to me? It hurts, okay?” I stare at him, and he gestures to my arm. “You could’ve talked to me. Vented about whatever it is that made you think hurting yourself was your only option.” He barks out a short, broken laugh. “Hell, punch me in the face next time for all I care. If that’s what it takes to take some control back, to quiet whatever assholes’ voices are in your head, just take it out on me. Not yourself.”
