“Go,” he says quietly. “I don’t want you to be here right now.” “Then why did you bring me back with you?” I ask, angry. “If you don’t even want to see me—” “Why don’t you understand?” He looks up at me and his eyes are so full of pain and devastation it actually takes my breath away. My hands are shaking. “Understand what—?” “I love you.” He breaks. His voice. His back. His knees. His face. He breaks.
