“Please don’t ever feel guilt over me,” he said softly. “Whatever happens… I don’t want that for you. I just… I want you to be happy, really. As happy as you can be, even if that’s challenging some days. Or most days. I care about you. Just… let me keep caring.”
A large part of her wanted to punch him, to rip him apart for being so unimaginably stupid. What kind of fucking moron would choose her? She was still waiting for this to be some awful joke. “I don’t get why…”
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