“You have to know I can’t…I didn’t…I never wanted to…” “To what?” I demanded, needing him to say it. To just fucking say it. He shook his head at me like the words burned too much to force past his lips. My temper rose again because even after everything, he wasn’t going to own any of it. He wasn’t going to apologise or say anything that might make even the littlest difference. “Just say it,” I begged.
Yeah lowk i get it
