“CeCe…this is happening so fast. I—I don’t know how to deal with these emotions. The way I feel about you, I never—” I sigh and look up at him, tears spilling over my cheeks with my broken heart pooling in my chest. “Go home, Nash. I guess I want what you can’t give me and I’ll never chase you.” He wipes a tear from my cheek. “Please don’t cry…fuck. I just need—” “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll never expect you to be someone you’re just not,” I say, a sugary sweet and evil tone coats my words.
