He’s rambling, scared, and lashing out because he’s angry at himself for hurting Natasha.

“How can you say that? Don’t be stupid.” I sob, coming to him and closing the gap desperately, grabbing onto his arm like some pitiful needy girl. My heart is shredding, knowing this isn’t just a decision to choose her in life. It’s a decision to end us.

Not just this... But all of it. He is making it clear that there’s no room in his life for me anymore. How could there be? ...