Chapter 25: This is Why We Can't Be Together

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Cash

I hold Sky tight as she cries. I try to process everything she had just told me. I can't even imagine what it would be like. To be in so much pain to give up her dreams. To be in so much pain to not be able to get out of bed. To always be hurting.

When Sky's sobs quiet, I kiss the top of her head. "You are not broken."

She looks up at me. Her eyes still shine with tears. "But I am. This is why we can't be together. As much as I like you. I'm not really what you want or need. I-I can't even function some days. I want to be normal, but I'm not. It's not fair to let you tie yourself to someone as broken as me."

"Don't say that," I say firmly, shifting so we are sitting face to face. "You're not broken. Just because you struggle doesn't mean that you're broken. Everyone has problems.

"But I like you. I really like you, Sky. Nothing could keep me from wanting to be with you." I run my thumb under her eyes, wiping away the tears.

Sky drops eye contact. "You deserve someone better. Someone without so much baggage."

"No," I lift her chin, forcing her to look at me. "There is no one better out there. You are beautiful, amazing, and so so strong. I honestly cannot imagine life without you.

    "I'm glad you told me everything. It makes me..." I hesitate, surprised at the word about to come off my lips. But I can't say that, not yet. "...care for you even more."

    "Really?" Sky's voice is rough from crying, but hopeful.

    "Really. I want to be with you."

    "I should tell you no. I should push you away. But selfishly, I don't want to."

    "Good." I pull her into another hug. "That leaves us with one question I've been wanting to ask for a while now. Sky Monroe, will you be my girlfriend?"

    Sky pulls away just far enough to look me in the eye. A smile tugs at her lips and I see a small glint of something in her eyes. "Only if you'll be my boyfriend."

    "Well duh, that's how relationships work," I dramatically roll my eyes.

    She finally gives into a smile. Even with her puffy, red eyes and messy hair, she is beautiful. And now she is mine.

Author's Note

I hate the guilt that comes when people that I love have to deal with the consequences of my chronic disorder. But I am so grateful to be blessed with an amazing husband who handles it with grace. He is the sweetest soul in the world. And he chose to be with me, broken body and all.

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