“Fuck. I really wish you didn’t say that,” she chokes. “I really like you, but I’m not capable of this shit. I’m not. You are. You’ve been a husband before. You’re meant to love and be loved. I’m not. I’ve never been handled with care. I’m not meant to be a girlfriend. I’m nobody’s wife. I’m nobody’s fiancé. I’m nothing but a fucking flight risk. I stayed so fucking long that I’ll bolt before I get stuck somewhere again. Running makes me feel free,” she cries.
