“You’re not eating. You’re not sleeping. And your music—” “What about my music?” I snap. “Every note sounds like you’re calling his name. If you need someone that much, then you shouldn’t be running away.” He lifts his chin. “You should fight for what you love.” “It’s not that simple,” I croak. “Since when has love ever been simple?” Hunter’s lips curve into a sad, pained smile. “You either choose it or you don’t. There’s no in between.”
