“Humor me, Aria. I already know you’re strong.” “You make me weak.” Her voice breaks and the tension from the other day returns in full force. She steadies her trembling lip between her teeth. “Is that what you’re afraid of? Being weak?” She nods her head slightly, ever so slightly. And I can see the last bit of her walls crumble for me. Crashing down to the ground in small, insignificant piles of rubble. “I don’t want you weak.” I lean forward, whispering against her lips, “I want you mine.”
