— Zack, we’re done. I can’t do this anymore. I’m not yours!
Darkness creeps over my eyes, my heart rips apart in my chest.
— Mine!
— No! Please! Let’s… just be friends.
“Friends?” I fire back, stunned.
— Yes. Either friends, or nobody. I can’t agree to anything more. Tara turns around and leaves quickly, and I get bombarded. It sways. It tears into pieces—as if a monster is working inside and biting into my insides with teeth. Friends? No, baby—you’re wrong. You’ll be mine, or we’ll both die. But I won’t settle for less.