Hailee’s POV
His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. "If I get to be with other girls too."
The words hit me like a slap.
My entire body stiffened. The air seemed to vanish from my lungs.
"What?" I breathed, barely able to speak.
"You heard me," he said, voice low and hard. "If I have to watch you give your time, your kisses, your body to other men... then I’ll do the same. I’ll go out. I’ll be with other girls. And you won’t question it."
Pain lanced through me like a blade. I felt sick.
I imagined him with someone else—his hands on another girl’s body, his lips kissing her the way he kissed me. I pictured him laughing with her, touching her, holding her—and I couldn’t breathe.
"No," I whispered, shaking my head. "No, Nathan..."
He raised an eyebrow. "Why not? That’s what you’re asking from me, isn’t it? You want me to share you. Why can’t I do the same?"
"Because I—" My voice cracked. "I can’t take it."
I stepped closer to him, grabbing onto the hem of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me standing.
"I can’t picture you with anyone else," I choked. "I don’t want anyone else touching you. I want you—just you."
He scoffed and looked down at me. "Then maybe you understand how I feel."
Tears burned down my cheeks. "Please... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry."
He didn’t move. Didn’t soften.
I pressed my forehead to his chest, holding on tighter, my body trembling. "Don’t do that. Don’t be with someone else. I don’t care what I said—I can’t share you. I don’t want to."
He let out a breath, but it wasn’t angry anymore. Just tired.
"You want me to give you everything," he whispered, "but you don’t want to give the same."
I shook my head. "I’ll give you everything... just don’t make me imagine losing you."
His hand finally moved to brush a strand of hair from my face. His touch was gentle... achingly gentle.
"You have already lost me, Hailee," he whispered, slowly pulling me away from his arms.
"Please leave, Hailee," Nathan said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I froze.
"I don’t want to see you right now," he added, eyes brimming with unshed tears. His jaw clenched, but the pain in his gaze broke me more than any harsh word ever could. "Just go."
His voice cracked.
My heart shattered.
I stepped forward anyway, closing the distance between us and throwing my arms around him as a sob tore out of me. I buried my face into his chest, holding him like if I let go, I’d never see him again.
"I’m sorry," I cried, my voice thick with pain. "Nathan, I’m sorry..."
He didn’t move. His arms didn’t come around me. But he didn’t push me away either.
"I never imagined this," I whispered, the words tumbling out through my sobs. "Never imagined that you—the boy I once thought I hated—would be the one I can’t breathe without."
I pulled back just enough to look up at him. My tears ran freely down my face, soaking my cheeks.
"All my life I’ve been strong," I said, my voice trembling. "I hate tears. I hate feeling weak. I’ve always told myself I could survive anything... but right now, I don’t even recognize myself."
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