But this is not the fucking time to push her.
I offer her my hand.
She ignores it. "If we're not going to… then maybe you should just…"
"No."
"But…"
"You don't have to say anything."
She doesn't.
"But I'm not leaving you like this."
Her eyes flit to me. Her cheeks flame red. A mix of embarrassment and shame.
Fuck, I hate that she's hurting.
I want to take every ounce of that.
But I can't.
I can only do this.
I wrap my arms around her.
Pull her closer.
Hold her as she cries into my chest.