Chapter Thirty
| calum’s pov | She let me inside of her house and gave me a cup of coffee, despite the awkward tension in the air. I wanted to tell her how happy we were before, but it’s useless to say that now. It’s like she’s falling deeper and deeper into a dark place, and I can’t seem to save her anymore. This is all because of me; I can’t believe the thought to break her crossed my mind. Maybe she wasn’t the monster– I was. I knew all too well that she had a condition that needed understanding, but that’s not what I gave her. Sure, she said some hurtful things and the want for perfection was getting out of hand, but I still could have done something to help her. I could have stopped all of this from happening, but no, I caused it. “Let’s go to the doctor,” I said, once she took a seat next to
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