He moves his hands and buries them in my loose hair, tilting up my neck. “You know what belonging to me means?” “What?” His forehead drops to mine. “It means that you’re the only thing in this world that I feel… responsible for.” His frown is so deep that I feel it on my skin. “You’re the first thing that’s ever belonged to me. The very first thing and I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you.” My heart’s gone. I don’t hear it. Slowly, it’s falling out of my body and I know right down to my soul that if I don’t stop it, it’ll leave forever. It’ll die.
