“Let go of me,” I say, my resolve weakening by the second when I’m this close to him. “No.” “I don’t want you here,” I cry, forcing the words out. “Liar.” “Please just go.” “I can’t,” he says, his voice thick, the only outward sign that he cares about me at all. “Why not?” I plead. “Because I’ve tried, Peaches, and I just can’t leave you alone.”
