“I know, I thought if it were just the two of us there, you would…” I stutter. “I would what, Hardin?” Her teeth are chattering, and her nose is red from the cold. I pick at the dried scabs on my knuckles. I don’t know how to say what I feel without sounding like the world’s most selfish asshole. “You would be less likely to leave me,” I admit… and wait for her horrified response.
Classic abuse. Great.
