Right now our relationship is like a fractured bone that healed incorrectly. All jagged lines and misaligned pieces that are fused together by passion and history but don’t quite fit right. If we have any hope of having anything besides these few days together, I’ll have to break us again. I’ll have to drag her through the end of us, make her relive the moment she lost all faith and trust in me so she can know the whole truth of it, and I know it’s going to fucking hurt.
