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“I picked up the pieces in Amsterdam. I tried to give you what they couldn’t, something I knew you wanted, and do you know what you did to me in return, Nash? You broke my fucking heart!”
“Don’t leave me,” I pant against his chest. The mess smeared against his belly is now smeared against mine, but I don’t care. I want it. He pauses a moment, putting his arms around me. “Why would I leave you?” I don’t want to answer him because it sounds fucking pathetic to admit, but this is Ellis, and I’m safe with him. “Because everyone fucking leaves me.”
“You gotta give me something here, Nash. It’s been five fucking years I’ve been trying everything I can think of to help you, and I already lost one kid. I can’t lose another. Just come back to me.”
Sometimes things have to be broken before they can be truly whole again.
