“Then what? You wouldn’t love me anymore? You’d break up with me? I wasn’t good enough?” she couldn’t believe the way he seemed to cut her without even trying, like every artery from her heart was pumping stinging throbbing poison through her veins to her capillaries to the very tips of her being and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
He said nothing. She couldn’t believe that there was anything that could make her feel worse, but his lack of words hurt more than she thought she could bear. She was already sobbing softly. She didn’t know how to let go of the emotions inside her. She only knew she didn’t want them to be hers.
“I’m not with you because I want to be,” he said and his voice was angry and hard. She hated when he used that tone and she tried to clear her vision enough to gauge him, but as soon as she did her eyes teared up again. This time, whatever he was going to say, he meant it. “I’m with you because I can’t not be. You can’t speak without a tongue, you can’t walk without legs, you can’t eat without a stomach, you can’t think without a brain, and I can’t feel anything without you.”
