“Am I supposed to apologize for that?” Savannah asked, her brows crinkling as she glanced up at him. “Because I’m not sorry. I like the way you are with me,” she said softly, pressing her lips together. Her fingers traced the rim of her coffee mug, her legs dangling gently from the bar stool she sat on, her elbows propped on the counter. She’d finally gotten some more furniture for her place, at Beth’s insistence. (”If you’re going to live in this piece of shit apartment you should at least have some decent furniture.”) It was strange how she was treating her now, when only a few months prior she’d called her a slut and accused Savannah of sleeping with her boyfriend. “I like that you don’t have your walls up when you’re with me,” she sighed, tilting her head and looking up at Blake. “It makes me feel better about letting mine down.”

Savannah let out a quiet breath, mulling his words over in her head. Her eyes were closed, her head resting in Blake’s lap as his fingers threaded gently through her hair. “I used to think it would be better,” she whispered, keeping her eyes closed. “Sometimes I even prayed… Prayed for God to just let me die, you know? Usually when it was happening. I would kind of,” she paused, letting out a little breath. “I would leave myself. And where I went was always better, and I kind of imagined that would be what it would be like after I died.” Savannah shifted her position slightly, blinking her eyes open to gaze up at him. “Now I’m not so sure,” she murmured, moving a hand up to touch his arm, a small smile twitching on her lips. “Now I’m a little bit scared, because this is… This is better than where I went. You made it better.”

“Stop trying to push me away from you, Blake!” Savannah let out a huff of breath, crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head. She took a step forward, her eyes softening as she looked at him. “I love you, you idiot.” Savannah sighed, moving an arm to scratch at her shoulder, pressing her lips together. “I don’t care about your past, or the OCD, or any of that. All I care about is making sure that your days are threes and that you know that somebody loves you,” she said softly, diverting her eyes to the ground. “And in case you haven’t noticed, I’m already broken.”