“Happy is a place you’ll only steal from me.” When he remained quiet, she slowly turned to face him, finding he’d closed the distance yet again. “You wrecked me. Destroyed me long before tonight. And now I have this chance to go to Paris and finally get you out of my head, and we’re going as husband and wife. God hates me. He must really hate me.” Her voice gave out, and her knees nearly did as well. “I don’t know what to say,” he whispered. She squeezed that frustrating lump down her throat. “Maybe that’s because there’s nothing left to say. Maybe we’re both broken, and we can only ever exist
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