Crash

How does a guy like you promise someone forever at eighteen?”

“Easy,” he said, pressing a soft kiss into the corner of my mouth. “He finds a girl like you.”

“But Luce, I need you to promise me something,” he said, his face wrinkling. “If I ever mess things up again, whether it’s a misunderstanding, or shit luck, or I just do what I was created to do and screw everything up”—he paused, exhaling—“I want you to promise me you’ll leave. Drop me like a bad habit and don’t look back, because God knows, it can’t be me who walks away, since I’m incapable of it.”

My heart went boom-boom, my head got all foggy, and I felt this ache inside when he turned and walked away, like we were tied together by a fixed rope.