“What are you doing?” she asks, her words soft as confusion and sadness etch across her face. “I need you. I need you to stay here and have some fucking self-preservation. I need you in ways I’ve never needed anyone—in ways that scare the shit out of me. I need you because I don’t feel like myself without you.” I can’t manage to regret my admission because it’s a thin shave off the surface of my feelings and thoughts of her. Rae takes a measured step closer. “You scare me.” “You terrify me,” I admit.
