I tightened my grip on the door, grounding myself. “You offering to run away with me doesn’t make this better. It just proves how deep we are in something that was never meant to be this heavy for someone my age.”
My voice softened at the end, because despite everything, I still cared. “Please don’t make this harder by promising me peace you can’t guarantee. I need to choose myself before I lose myself completely.”
I looked at him one last time, my chest aching, my heart exhausted.
“I’m young, Connor,” I said again, barely above a whisper. “And this is too much for me.”
“I don’t know where you wanna go,” he said slowly, like he wanted to hurt me just enough to make sure I remembered this moment forever, “but make sure I don’t find you f*****g him.”
That was it.
That was the last stra
