He wasn't looking at me, and I wasn't looking at him. "Sometimes I wonder if you make decisions just to piss me off."I glared at the road. "Sometimes I wonder if you give yourself too much credit in my decision-making.

I believe you’re too good and too kind to hurt someone, no matter how much they’ve hurt you. That your heart is too big. That your empathy runs too deep. That’s why I believe in you. I believe in you more than I could ever explain, and you expect me to stand by and watch while you destroy yourself right in front of my eyes.

Do I frighten you?' He tilted his head.'Yes,' I said weakly. 'Are you proud of yourself?'He looked at me for a long moment before replying. 'No, I'm not,' he said so faintly I had to strain to hear him.