“You fucking coward.” He sneers. “What?” I explode. “The only person who is in danger of getting their heart broken around here is me.” “You?” I cry. “How the hell are you in danger of anything?” “See, here’s where you and I are different. You’re scared of falling in love with me.” “And you’re not scared of that?” I cry. “I’m already in love with you!” he yells so loud that the paint nearly peels off the walls. “And the fact that you don’t know that is a fucking red flag.”
