“I’m bad for you Alora…I’m broken. Do you hear me? Don’t do this to me. Don’t make me show you how broken I am. Don’t make me open that door. It will kill us both.” I sob harder, gripping her shirt with so much internal rage. “Why are you doing this to me?” She questions me, shaking my head vigorously, searching for answers in me, trembling as her lips graze mine and I choke trying to get the words out. Words I didn’t ever imagine could drip from my tongue. “Because I need to know what kind of person I am falling in love with.!...” I mutter softly, closing my eyes like it will hide me
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