Chapter 46.

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Albert's POV.

I know I fucked up. She's probably thinking that I don't trust her. I do trust her, I do, I just don't know if she's ready to have my trust upon her.

My past is really fucked up. I am fucked up. I got issues, really. I'm so fucking broken and I don't want her to break herself while she's trying to fix me.

I know this sounds like an annoying cliche but it's true. I'm afraid she will change because of me and I don't want to change her. Fuck, I don't want to do anything to change who she is. I love her but I can't be that fucking selfish.

This pain did change me and I don't want her to feel pity for me, I don't want her to need me less than I need her.

I'm afraid, I'm so fucking scared that if I let her in and see how much of a fuck up I am, she will leave. I'm afraid that she will leave me and I'm so tired of feeling alone. I'm tired of this sinking suffocating feeling on my chest. I'm sick of feeling so fucking sad all the damn time. I stopped feeling it since I met her; I don't want to lose her; I can't lose her.

I think that has to be her choice though. I can't be selfish with her, she is the one who needs to choose if she wants to stay with me or leave. And I'm going to give her that.

Emily's POV.

I finally managed to get some sleep. I'm going to talk to Albert today. I need to apologise and tell him I understand him and I will give him the space he needs.

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"He's still missing classes today." I tell Sophia with worry. Where is he?

"He's a loser. I can't believe he is pissed at you just because you are interested in his pathetic life."

"He is not a loser. He's just broken." I can take his brokenness I just wish he could allow me to.

"Whatever." She shrugs and looks at her phone again.

I decide to stop being stubborn and deal his number.

After hearing three long separates beeps I'm about to hung up when I hear a small sound coming from the speaker.

"Emily?"

"Albert, hi, I- I need to talk to you."

"Yeah, me too. I need to tell you something." I can feel his heavy breathing through the phone and my heart is already hammering on my chest.

"I'll come to you." I tell him and quickly call a cab to head to Albert's house.

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