ASHLEY
Is it crazy to love someone and hate him at the same time? Because that’s exactly what it feels like. Like my chest is playing tug-of-war with itself and losing every round.
I swear to God, Beckett Langley could breathe wrong and I’d want to both strangle him and hold his face in my hands like he’s the only thing keeping me alive.
I still f*****g hate him. For what he did. For what he didn’t say. God, it shouldn’t have been that hard, right? Just the truth. Just once. One ugly, honest sentence and maybe… maybe we wouldn’t be standing in the wreckage right now.
But I love him more.
Which is maybe worse.
Because even when he’s being an absolute i***t—even when he’s hiding things or walking away or shutting down in that cold, infuriating Beckett way—I still want him. I still ac
