"Please, Bella. Explain to me why you're so eager to cling to the worst parts of me." I tried to keep my voice level and kind, but couldn't quite keep the biting edge of self-loathing totally hidden.
She sniffed, dashing away the moisture flooding her eyes. "It's not you, it's me. God that sounds so cliché, but it's true. You already left once because I wasn't good for you. That hasn't changed."
Agony gripped my heart, twisting violently like an angry boa constrictor.
I knew that this was our single biggest hurdle, towering so tall it was impossible to see the top of, let around over it.
I had told her over and over that I had lied, yet she seemed to think that I had never stopped. Maybe I needed to try a different approach.
Gently I tried to coerce her to look at me; when she finally met my stare, I smirked, grappling with a sense of brevity I didn't really feel.
"You are absolutely correct, you aren't good for me."
Her eyes widened, shock and panic flooding her features.
"You are the best possible thing for me."