“We’d all be better off without you, right?” I say into a slow nod, watching as he tenses, eyes growing wide. “We’d all be so much fucking happier if you weren’t in our lives. So much less burdened,” I grit out through my teeth. We’re nose to nose, my heaving breaths coasting along his tightly pressed lips. “Well too fucking bad,” I murmur. “You are loved. And I’m not better off without you.”
