I’m done chasing you and hurting because of you. You want me, Cole? I’m right here.” Breathing hard, he pulls over by the roadside, and the car idles in the silence. “I’m here.” My voice breaks. “I’m here, Cole…but you won’t look at me.” The ache in my chest is back, and now it’s multiplied. I struggle to breathe when he stares out the windscreen. “I’m. Here.”
My poor baby 🙁😭😭😭😭
