I stop and take note. Knowing what he says is accurate, and I keep running away and punishing him because I’m afraid. I jump into hatred and accusation before logic shakes my arse and wakes me up again. It’s my form of protection, even if it’s dumb. The past is exactly that, over and done with, and Alexi has done so much to try and show me that he won’t ever cause me that feeling of terror and heartbreak ever again. I need to stop dragging him over hot coals and using it as an excuse ...