keep it to myself. “Let me have it, J. I know you’re pissed that I wasn’t strong enough not to get hurt. It shook your whole world and made you afraid, ’cause you hate the idea of being vulnerable, of having something taken from you.” His voice was caressing, so gentle, as were his lips on my eyelids, my cheeks, on my forehead. “Here you let me back into your life and I almost go and die on you… your heart, that you take such pains to keep safe, I nearly annihilate every chance I get.”
