#Chapter116
/"Don’t do this to me./" I plead softly, unable to reign in my weeping, breaking apart in his arms, unable to control the fight of fire and sorrow and losing my war. Arrick lifts his face to mine, pressing his forehead to me, pulling me so I can’t look anywhere but at him, through a haze of blurry tears. Every ounce of my battle armor sliding away, weakening and leaving me exposed.
/"I need you … I want you back. I’m a mess without you. I love you so much that I literally can’t breathe anymore, and I want to be worthy of your heart again. I won’t stop trying to put the pieces back together if you let me in. Let me come home to you./" He’s equally fragile, begging me, and I really do not know how to react. I’m torn to a million pieces, fighting an internal tug of war of fear, hurt and confusion.
