Stay here, baby" he whispers, like he can read my thoughts. "Trust me, okay? Don't run

Come with me somewhere. Please. I've been waiting eight months to talk to you

That'd be walking into dangerous territory," he says, getting up from the sofa. "Luke is not a morning person.

I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.

I've never felt like this before, with anyone. It's against the rules of surviving.

I fall down and my palms split open against the gravel. Injuries on the outside are easy to endure and I get up without hesitation.

Are you talking to her or me, because I just can't tell