VOLUME THREE: ENIGMA
Karsyn
“This isn’t working for me.”
My heart drops as I hear the words coming out of Tucker’s mouth. They aren’t really computing with me though. He can’t be saying what I think he’s saying. “What?” I want to make sure I’m hearing him right.
“This.” He motions between the two of us. “Isn’t working for me.”
I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry.
“You want more from me than I can give.”
“Is this because I told you how I felt? Because I told you I love you?”
“Karsyn,” he starts.
I hold up my hand. “Don’t give me the it’s not you, it’s me bullshit.” And cue the tears. They’re falling now, huge and ugly. I’m not a cute crier. Not like those girls who refuse to let people see them break down. I’ve spent enough of my life holding things in, running from a past that would have broken most. I refuse to hold my feelings in. Our time on earth is finite, and I had to tell Tuck when I fell.