'If I broke something in you…tell me how to fix it. Please.'
She stared at the words like they could come alive and hold her accountable.
Her chest cracked open, slow and sharp. She covered her mouth with her hand, as if that could keep the sob in. But it slipped through anyway, a small, broken sound she couldn't take back.
She wanted to text back. God, she ached to. But what would she say?
That he hadn't broken her, that he'd done the opposite? That he'd made her feel so alive it scared her? That she was the one who ran because the feelings were overwhelming and too real?
The tears rose again, stinging and stubborn, but she blinked them back, furious at herself for letting it get to her like this.
So she locked the phone again. Held it tight in her hands. And for the first time in three days, let herself miss him out loud.
But the ache didn't go away.
It only sharpened.
