Broken Juliet(16)

He turns to me, his eyes filled with tears. “Yeah, well, sometimes, love doesn’t magically fix things. I shouldn’t have allowed things to go as far as they did. We’re never going to work, and I can’t go on pretending that we are. You shouldn’t, either.”

I’ve felt this coming, but I still can’t believe he’s doing it. “This is ridiculous! You think we can’t work, so that’s it? Game over?!”

He pushes off the bed and spins around to face me. “Yes! Because I know I’m too f*cking screwed up to be in a relationship right now. Any relationship. I will hurt you, Cassie! I’ve done it to others, and I’ll do it to you. Have you forgotten there’s a girl lying in a f*cking hospital bed right now thanks to me? Because I sure as hell haven’t! And every time I picture Olivia half dead on that gurney, all I can think is, that could be you. It will be unless I get the hell out of this relationship.”

“Ethan, no.”

“Yes, Cassie. I’m no good for you. I never have been. I’m demanding and moody and jealous as all hell, and as much as I hate being like that, it’s who I am. Don’t you think I’ve tried to be different? The past few weeks it’s all I’ve done. I’ve fought all of my natural reactions to be the boyfriend you deserve, but it was all fake. Don’t even pretend you haven’t noticed, because I know you have.”

“Of course I’ve noticed, but I didn’t know what to do, because you never talk to me!”

He throws up his hands. “That’s because what I’m feeling is usually petty and f*cking illogical! I see you dancing with Avery, and I can’t stop wondering how long it’s going to be before you f*ck him. You’re ten minutes late, and I think you’ve finally decided I’m not good enough for you, and you’ve left me.”

“That’s crazy.”

“I know! That’s the problem! Yet I can’t help thinking it. I don’t trust you, even though you’ve done nothing to make me doubt you.” He exhales. When he speaks again, his voice is softer. “I’ve done a lot of things in my life I regret. Treated people badly. Taken out my issues on others. I feel myself doing it to you, and I can’t f*cking stand it. You don’t deserve someone like me, and I sure as hell don’t deserve someone like you. Just accept it and get on with your life. That’s what I’m going to try to do.”

My blood is hot, simmering beneath my skin.

I grip the sheet so hard it hurts. “Are you even listening to what you’re saying?”

“Cassie—”

I slap the bed in frustration, hating the hot tears which slide down my cheeks. “I love you, you ass! How on earth is breaking my heart protecting me?!”

He stares at me with a pained expression for a few seconds, and I hold my breath, hoping he’s going to take me in his arms and comfort me. But he doesn’t, and the knife piercing my ribs twists a little more.

Instead, he shoves his hands in his pockets and stares at the floor, and every angle of him screams of self-loathing and unshed tears.

“Cassie,” he says, “if I don’t do this now, I know that in three months’ time, I’ll have ruined both of us, and you’ll hate me forever. Or worse. At least if I end it now … maybe there’s a chance we could still be … friends.”

“Friends?” My breath hitches, and I hate it. “Friends?” Fat, ugly tears fall, and I hate them more. He’s actually doing this. Despite everything we mean to each other, everything we’ve shared … he’s doing it.

“Am I just supposed to forget how I feel about you?” I say, quiet and bitter. “Or how you feel about me? We both know we’ll never be friends, Ethan. Ever.”

Incredulity heats my face as we stare at each other. My chest is tight, and my throat is sore. Still, I can’t stop myself from leaning forward and touching his arm. “Please … don’t do this.”

I know I’m begging, but I don’t care. He loves me. There’s nothing he can do or say that will make it untrue.

“It’s already done.” He steps away from me, and his breathing is uneven as he stares at the floor. “I have to go.”

He turns his back and crosses the room, and something ruptures inside me. All my seams pull apart, flooding me with gut-churning pain. I hug myself, and try to hold it together.

“I love you,” I whisper, barely able to get the words out.

He freezes with his back to me, shoulders tense. Silence smothers the room, screaming like thunder in my ears. My heart curls in on itself when I realize … I know … he’s not going to say it back.

His hands tighten and release, but still, his feet are pointed squarely toward the door.

I have so much to say, but I know it doesn’t matter. He’s decided to ruin us, and I can’t do a thing about it.

He turns his head. “Good-bye, Cassie.” His voice is quiet, but he might as well have yelled. “I’ll see you in the new year.”

He strides out of my bedroom and down the hallway, and I swear I hear him groan as he opens the front door.

There’s a long pause—long enough for me to think he’s changed his mind, but then the front door slams behind him, and any chance I had of holding myself together shatters into a million pieces.