She never expected me to tell her anything, she just accepted me for who I am and then tried to help me when she saw how much I was struggling with my future. But at the first sign of conflict, I automatically thought the worst of her. Fuck, she deserves better than me, than us. We’ve been careless with her from the very start. Making her feel like she wasn’t enough to be worth pursuing. Savy gave all of us a second chance after we fucked up the last time but the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach tells me that we probably won’t get a third chance.
