“No, come here.” He reaches for me and I desperately want to slap him, but I know he’ll stop me. “No, get off of me!” I shake my arm from his grip. “I’m done. I’m so done with this back-and-forth. I’m tired and exhausted, and I don’t want to do it anymore. You don’t love me—you want to possess me, and I won’t let you.” I look straight into his brilliant green eyes. Straight through them, and say, “You’re broken, Hardin, and I can’t fix you.”
Finally. My joy will be short lived, but I'll remember it with fondness.
