“I won’t be the thing you release your self-hate on. Not anymore. I’ve already endured you rage-fucking me and then leaving me in a heap to recover alone. Once was more than enough. And more importantly,” I said, driving him back with my intensity, “you don’t want me. Not if it means hurting Cole in the process, even though no one hurts him quite like you do. And isn’t that some tragic, fucking irony.”
