“Just because I’m here doesn’t mean I want anything to do with you.” The words sounded meek and hollow even to me. He smiled. “I don’t want anything to do with you, either.” My stomach dropped, like it couldn’t handle him throwing back my words. “Doesn’t necessarily mean we get a choice. I think we can agree what we have isn’t healthy.” “We don’t have anything.” “We did, we do, and we always will if we don’t try to work it out together.”
