"What's wrong?" he asked | Klance

Spilling | Chapter 10

After the tenth and final time of trying to get me to tell him why, I finally decide to tell him.

We usually talk about it in the living room, I on the couch, sitting up, and him in the chair.

Since Keith took me under his wing, I don't pay, and he doesn't mind. He of course works as a therapist for this kind of thing, which is where he gets his money.

I can tell he's smiling. Of course he is. "So, go on, please do tell." He says kindly.

I sigh softly, looking down at my feet. "I did it... because of you..." I finally tell and he looks up from his notepad, looking to me with a puzzled expression. "Me? Am I doing something to upset you?" He asks with concern.

"Not directly..." I say reluctantly, not looking anywhere near him.

"May I know what's causing this distress you so I correct it?" I suddenly snap.

"Everything, Keith!! Everything you do 'distresses' me!!! I feel smothered by you!" I yell loudly, tears falling. "I hate that I can't do anything I want to around you! I can't- I can't be depressed around you because you worry! And I hate when you worry!!" Screaming, I watch the color drain from his face. "I hate that I can't tell you anything true because I know you worry!" Heavier tears.

Then, it comes out. How I feel. "I love you, Keith! And I hate how much I love you! When you bring your boyfriend over, I feel horrible about myself!! I'm not fucking perfect, nowhere fucking near! But I thought at least..." I suck in a breath, something I hadn't done in what feels like years. "I thought you'd maybe like me back..." I sighed, standing. I wipe my tears, still not looking at him.

"I'm meeting up with Hunk." I say, walking to my room. I left Keith stunned. Knowing I did.

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