× Trix×
I was clearly looking for trouble saying that to her.
“Oh, so now I’M the problem?” She throws her hands up, clearly frustrated. “You’re unbelievable.”
“No, you’re not the problem,” I say, stepping closer again, softening my tone. “But you make it hard for anyone to get close to you. Even your gran sees that.”
She narrows her eyes at me, crossing her arms tighter. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I've heard that question so many times my ears ache at the mention of it.
“It means you’ve built these walls so high, even the people who love you can’t get in,” I say quietly, my gaze locked on hers. “You push everyone away because you’re scared. And you act like I’m the one who doesn’t belong here, but maybe you’re the one who feels out of place.”
The silence that follows is heav
