Skylar
Because I’m terrified, dammit! I’m terrified of what you make me feel, of the grip you have on me…. on my heart.
Because falling for you is effortless, but losing you will be unbearable.
But I don’t say any of this. I keep the words locked inside.
“Andrew,” I plead, “please don’t say that.”
“Why shouldn’t I? It’s the truth, isn’t it? I’ve offered you my heart on a silver platter, and you couldn’t care less!” he accuses, his words cutting through me like knives.
I never asked for your heart! I warned you not to give it to me!
“Andrew!” I beg, shifting uncomfortably on my feet.
“You don’t want my love! You don’t want my friendship! You just don’t want me! Is that it!? Say it!” his voice crescendos with frustration.
“Please, Andrew, don’t talk about love. It’s not love.” I b
