“I do love you!” Hugh roared into my face, chest heaving. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here!” “Then fix me,” I begged, clawing at his shirt. “Make it go away!” “I’ve tried!” he strangled out, stepping around me and stalking out of my room. “For ten years! Nothing worked! And I can’t keep letting myself feel this way!” “What way?” “Miserable!” Hugh shouted. “You’re making my life a fucking misery, baby!”
