“You look like shit.”
I knew I did. I’d barely slept the night before, and it been a long and difficult day.
“I guess I look like I feel.”
“What’s going on with you?” She started to move closer but stopped when I held my hand up.
“Please, I need to say this, and I won’t be able to if I can feel your heat or smell your coconut scent.”
“Oh.” She curled up on her end of the couch with her arms wrapped around her knees. “What is it you want to tell me?”
“After the other night, I realized I’m not who I thought I was. There’s so much darkness and pain inside of me just waiting to get out, and I can’t let it infect you the way it has me.”
Her glassy eyes locked on mine. “What are you talking about? You’re not making any sense.”
“I thought we could be together. That we’d…but we can’t. I’m sorry, Stella, but I won’t be another person in your life who tries to ruin the beautiful soul I see shining back at me.