Page 105 of Third Chances (Men of Manhattan 2)

I pulled back and looked into his enchanting brown eyes. "I got really depressed after he died. My boyfriend of two years broke up with me because he didn't understand why I couldn't get over it. But how can you just get over something like that? How can you ever? When I so badly needed someone, he left me too, and it killed me. it just added to this feeling of loss. Like I couldn't hold onto anything. Like I was spiraling into this darkness."

I blinked hard so the tears wouldn't start again. "I actually read under that tree every day to try to escape this feeling." I touched the center of my chest. I didn't know how else to describe it. "I wanted to escape. And when I graduated, I moved to New York, not because I thought it was glamorous like I said earlier. I was running away. It's painful to see my parents. It's painful to see places that remind me of him. And I had this overwhelming feeling of aloneness. There's always people around in the city. I thought maybe I'd feel less alone there. But I don't know, I feel like it makes it worse. I'm so sick of hiding. I'm so sick of feeling broken. And I thought I was okay, but I'm clearly not okay."

I took a deep breath. "I stopped living when he died. I need to figure out how to get my life back. And I have to do that by myself."

"I can teach you how to zip line if that's what you want. I can show you how."

"I don't even know if I actually want to do that. I just need to figure out what I really want. And I need to do that on my own."

"Daphne, you don't need to do it alone. I want to do it with you." He tilted my face up to his. "You're not alone. I'm here."

"I can't get close to anyone, because I'm terrified that they'll leave me. I can't do this."

"I'm not going to leave you."

"Of course you will. Don't make me a promise that you can't keep."

"Daphne, I..."

"Thank you for this weekend, Rob. You have such a big heart. Your brother is lucky to have you."

"Your brother was lucky to have you too."

I winced at his words. If that was true, he'd still be alive. "Maybe we'll run into each other in the city." I moved to get off his lap, but he held me in place.

"I don't want this to be goodbye."

"Rob, I'm not a good fit for you."

"I think you are."

"You're a little like my brother." I smiled. "You live big and fast. And that's not me. You're happy and carefree, and I don't want to pull you down."

"I'm not happy. Actually, I'm not happy at all right now. I feel stuck."

"And I can't fix that."

"Why not? I'm happy when I'm with you. You're happy when you're with me too. I can see it in your eyes. Why are you running from this feeling instead of embracing it? You don't have to run anymore."

"I'm not running, I'm finally embracing my problems. I need to figure out what I want."

"And that's definitely not me?" He looked hurt. I didn't want to hurt him. That wasn't my intention at all.

"I didn't say that."

"You basically did." He sighed. "I'm sorry about your brother, Daphne. I'm sorry that you're hurting. But I don't understand why you can't let me help heal you."

"Thank you for this weekend, Rob," I said again.

He let his hands fall from me. "Okay."

I got up off his lap. I didn't want to leave him sitting in the mud. But I couldn't stay here anymore. I needed to do this for myself. "I don't regret what happened between us."

"Okay," he said again.

But he didn't look okay. He looked upset. "I don't want you to be upset with me."

"I want to be with you and you don't want to be with me. I don't know what you want me to say."

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