“I’ve been alone for a long time,” he mutters. “I don’t need you, not really. I just…want you. And I am so fucking tired of people telling me they love me and they care about me, and then they fucking leave. I’m so tired of being alone.” Tears well in his furious eyes. “Take it out on me,” I whisper. “I’m yours, Isaac.” “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he snaps. “No promises. I can’t make a single promise to you.”
