“Don’t you get it? If I’m not a bad person, then what we have, you and I, it doesn’t exist.” My fingers curl against his skin. I look at his lips, parted, wet with rain, then back to his warm eyes. “Is that what you want?” For you, this is just a detour, a blip. For me, this is everything. I didn’t know what it meant to feel safe until you hated me.
