“You wouldn’t fucking dare. Go to your place, Ben. I don’t need you over here. You don’t need to burden yourself with my drama, I swear. I’m fine.” There it is. I knew there was something, something bigger that she wasn’t saying. She thinks I’m doing this out of a sense of duty. She thinks she’s a burden, an inconvenience. God, has anyone ever taken care of this woman? Has she let anyone take care of her? Even more, has anyone fought to be the one to take care of her? The thought tears at me, thinking no one has ever bothered.
