“That’s bullshit and you know it,” I argued back, pulling her body closer to mine. “Aside from the fact that you’re my girlfriend and I adore you, you’ve been my best friend since I was seven. You’re the keeper of all my secrets and the only girl on this planet I would willingly spend my time with. I absolutely do need you, Liz.” “I’m so broken, Hugh.” “You’re not broken,” I replied gently. “You’re grieving.” “I am broken,” she strangled out, looking devastated. “I’m not good, Hugh. I’m not the girl you think I am, and one of these days, you’ll figure that out and leave.”
