#Chapter59
/"All I know is that without you in my life, Sophs, I fall apart, and everything just sucks. I can’t seem to pull myself together, and that raises some major fucking questions as to what Natasha is to me./" His face crumbles, fusing brow over lost boy eyes and the heaviest sigh ever.
My heart almost stops beating, my voice caught in my throat at this confession of sorts, and I no longer know what to do, or what to say. Tears start free falling down my face as Arrick gently wipes them away with soft fingertips. Watching me, agony mirrored in his expression.
/"What do you want from me?/" I blurt out, unsure what to even think or feel anymore, heart constricting with the return of my pain and suffering.
This is what I wanted, wasn’t it?
Then why does it still feel like he’s pushing me away?
