How, even if Eli and I had talked ourselves hoarse when we lived together, even if I had begged him every night to take better care of himself, of me, he would’ve chosen his job. How I would’ve had to hear that out loud instead of living it silently. It wouldn’t have made things better. It would’ve hurt more. Jamie’s fingers tighten around my leg, holding me in place. “What you’ve been doing the past five years hasn’t brought you any peace, but six days together has pushed you two into some other space. What if what Eli wants does, too?” “No,” I say thickly. “It’ll ruin everything.”
Comeeeee onnnnnnn
