“Baby girl, you can’t run from me ever again,” I tell her softly as she trembles in my arms. “I can’t promise you I won’t make mistakes, that I won’t fuck things up with you but I can promise to try fucking hard not to. I need you not to run if I do mess up. You need to yell at me, curse me out, fight with me but never run, never run again. Please, Savy, promise you’ll stay and fight for me, fight for us?”
