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the truth. This wasn’t the first time I ran either. After Violet’s first wedding we barely made it to the next morning before I was on a plane out of Georgia.
    “Stephen, I’m—”
    “Don’t say it. I don’t want to hear you say you're sorry. Violet warned me, but I was too damn stubborn to listen. She told me that you were looking for a reason to run away from me. Taylor, you’re so fucking restless that you can’t settle in any place long enough to make friends, let alone try for a relationship. I’m sorry I tried to make you.”
    I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I couldn’t. His words were like physical punches. Each one hurt a little worse and I couldn’t fight back because it was all my fault. I had caused all his pain.
    “I love you." My gaze snapped back up to his. "I didn’t know if I would ever be able to tell you because you're so damn scared, but I have loved you for so fucking long. You need to get that through your head. But you’re so damn broken that you’ll never be able to love me back, so it doesn’t fucking matter anyway.”
    I watched in shock as he threw the crystal vase sitting on our kitchen island into the wall. It was like everything was happening in slow motion. The crash of glass and the tears rolling down my face as I took in every hurtful word. Everything he hurled at me, I deserved though. What he didn’t get was that I loved him too. He was right, I am broken. When he was there with me, I was willing to try to face my past. For him.
    Until it all was too much.
    A shard of glass flew up and cut my cheek. My hand shot to my face, and I gasped, more from shock than pain.
    “Oh god. Taylor, I’m so sorry!”
    He stepped towards me, but I scrambled back.
    “Don’t.” My voice was calm. Steady. Everything I wasn’t in that moment. “I’m fine.”
    “You’re bleeding. Just let me look at it.”
    “I’m fine,” I growled. “I’ll send Jax to pick up my stuff.”
    “Taylor.”
    “No, you were right. I’m broken. There’s nothing to salvage here; you’ve already made up your mind about us. Our relationship might as well be that vase. Nothing will ever make it right again, Stephen.”
    “I shouldn’t have said you were broken.” Anguish filled his voice, but I couldn't look at him.
    Tears still streamed down my face, but I didn’t bother wiping them away. My chin trembled. “It's the truth, so you don't need to apologize. I love you too, Stephen, but you deserve better than me. You always have.”
    My steps echoed off the walls of our house as I walked to the door. My keys sat on the front entry table. As I left I took the key to the house off and left it sitting on the table we found at a local flea market. Every piece of furniture had a memory linked back to Stephen. I could start over again. It wouldn’t be the first time, or the last. I sucked in a sharp breath and took one last glance around. The door clicked shut behind me, and I slowly moved towards my car. Every step made my chest ache even more.
    Somehow I made my way back to Violet’s, but instead of going inside I sat in my car. The first sob caught me off guard, but the release came hard. My hands clutched the steering wheel as I wept. I lost my breath, and I swear it felt like my soul was being ripped apart. It hurt. Everything hurt and there was no fixing it. Running wouldn’t help this time.

My feet dug into the sand as I ran along the tide. This pace was punishing and I couldn’t keep it up long, but I needed to feel alive for one second. Something inside me died after my confrontation with Stephen. Cold water splashed my ankles, and it made a forgotten part of me come alive again.
    I raised my hands over my head as I slowed my stride and tried to catch my breath as I made my way to Violet's. The emptiness was creeping back in; no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t keep it at bay. It wasn’t only the emptiness though; it was the self-loathing and heartbreak that were the worst. If