“You left me,” I said, her chin tucked on my shoulder as she held me from behind. “Everyone is always doing that.” “I needed to think.” “Think,” I repeated, shaking my head. “Fuck you, baby. It was perfect last night. There were no problems.” I reached behind, ruffling her hair. “You’re going to do it again,” I said, dropping my hand. “You should’ve just left me there. Why didn’t you?” She was quiet, nudging her cheek into mine as she found her words. “Because I was afraid of life without the hope of you to look forward to.”
