So I do it again, backing away from him as tears barrel down my cheeks and I end the call. “I’m the fucking problem. Me, Emmett.” He reaches for me, clenching his jaw when I swat him away. Tears build in those crushing blue eyes, and for the first time in my life, I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t know how to fix his hurt, because I’m drowning in my own. I don’t know how to love him through this, because I don’t … I don’t know how to love myself through this.
