“I’ve loved, too,” he says to my surprise. “But no death will ever break me. I take the pain and use it to make me stronger.”
“Who have you loved?” I scoff. “The man in the mirror?”
I look down, wondering why my stomach is flipping nervously. “Right. Why should you open up to me?” I seethe. “I’m only going to be around for a year, right?”
“Unless you decide you want to stay longer.”
“You’re right about that.” He gets to his feet.
“I won’t stay with you, you know,” I snap up at him. “There’s nothing you can say or do to make me change my mind about that. The minute I’m free, I’m going back to my family.”
He shrugs as though it doesn’t matter to him either way. Then he glances over his now-defaced walls. “I was coming in here to give you freedom of the house, you know. But now, I’m not
