"You okay?" he asks softly. I nod, keeping my gaze averted. I'm so not okay. "God, Ror, I'm so sorry." My eyes shoot to his. "Why? Why are you sorry? All you did was help me. All you ever do is help me! And I've been nothing but a bitch to you... I'm so fucked up," I sob defeatedly, unable to control my words as they flood my lips.
