my emotions in check. “Do you hear me, Amaya Paquette? I am sorry for what I said. For hurting you.” “Did you mean it?” she whispers, her eyes pinching shut. “In the moment? I lashed out to cause you pain, to keep you away. To try and make sense of whatever this is that you make me feel.” I swallow heavily, my mouth going dry. “Because this? This is impossible. We are impossible.” Her cheeks flush, and she looks down, breaking
