A door slams behind me, I turn around. Today was my last day at the office for a while. I was only here to pick up some of my stuff. I look up surprised at the visitor, "Dylan? Why are you here?"
"I told you we weren't done talking." He grabs my arms and sits us down on the couch.
"Look, I'm sorry. It's better this way. I'm not worth anything to you, Dylan. There is no purpos-"
The fire in his eyes burns brightly. "You don't understand, Chloe."
Anger curls through my chest. "I don't understand what?"
"How much you mean to me." He speaks so softly that I almost didn't catch it. But the sincerity of his words is very clear. I feel a pang in my chest, almost wanting to take my words back. He’s such a good guy and I feel so bad that I was the cause of the pain I saw in his eyes.
“You me
