Kylie
His forehead presses to mine. “I can’t help myself, never could when you were involved,” he whispers raggedly. I feel his tears dripping onto my cheeks then, each one like a fracture of my heart.
We are just two broken, hurting people right now. But this isn’t right, and if this is how we carry on, this will never be love. It will be need.
“Come back to me, Angel. Come back to me, Kylie… I miss you so f*****g much. I need you. I need you to sleep, to live. I’m so f*****g sorry for what I did. I thought I was saving you from me, but instead, I was just damning us both.”
Maybe if he had said anything other than ‘need,’ I might have said yes. It’s on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t. I can’t do this.
Maybe when we’re ready, we will meet again.
We were just two souls that were on
