"Look at me!" she screamed. "Goddammit, Joey Lynch, you better look at me!" "Aoife, please," he whispered, shaking his head. "Just let me go." "I can't," she cried, sniffling. "I won't!" "I have nothing to give you!" he roared brokenly. "I'm not good for you. Why can't you get that into your head?" "I don’t care about stuff, Joey," she strangled out as she wrapped her arms around his waist and clung to him. "I only want you."
