“And you can’t do that if you’re busy pretending there’s nothing wrong with you in the first place.” He doesn’t reply. “You need to let me help you,” I press. I sit up, let go of his hand, and turn his face towards mine. “I mean it, Luca.” “Are you going to leave me?” It comes out of nowhere, a sharp stab into my gut. His eyes are narrow and glittering, his teeth clenched after he spits the words out.
