“But she’s clearly not just any girl.” “Exactly,” I gritted out. “She’s too…more…too…better…important—” Breaking off, I rubbed a hand over my face. “It would never work,” I finally said, tone weary. “I would end up leaving, they would write a ton of shit in the papers and online like they always do while I’m gone, she would get paranoid, I would get pissed, she would end up getting hurt, and we would both end up completely fucking miserable.” “Whoa,” Gibsie breathed. “You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?” Every minute of the day since I first laid eyes on her. I nodded glumly.
