When He Reads To Me

46. Milo

Chapter 46

Milo

“How can she not see how perfect she is.”

I couldn’t stand there and watch her leave—I can only take so much. And that I cannot take because I want to walk out there, throw her over my shoulder, bring her into the house, and tell her how perfect she is, that this too shall pass and get easier with time. Even though everything hurts now, the hurt will lessen, and she will find a way to cope with it.

“Milo.” She unlocked the front door because she has access. I put my hand on the back of the couch and squeeze it. “I’m leaving,” she says.

“I know.” I don’t turn around to face her.

“Why won’t you look at me?” She sounds broken. “Is it because of h-him?” Her voice cracks.

“He is not the problem… my fucking emotions are. And how I wish I met you sooner, made you love me before you loved him.”

She wipes at her face. “I do love you, Milo,” she says. “That scares me more than I want to admit.” Sucking in a breath, she continues, “But I married him when I was deep in my emotions after my mother’s death. I never dealt with those feelings, and he took hold of them and manipulated me. I want to love you. But I want to leave as well.”

“Leave,” I tell her. She wipes at her face again. “Leave, and don’t ever come back, Elizabeth, because if you do—”

“Goodbye, Milo. Thank you for showing me that love doesn’t have to be under duress.” I look down and hear her heels click as she walks out.

And I’m pretty sure she takes a massive part of me with her.