Henry lowered his gaze.

“There is no ‘us’, Rosie,” he said softly.

“Why?” I croaked.

“Don't you understand? You can't be with me, we…” he drawled, exhaling in exasperation.

“We can't be together, Rosie.”

“I asked why?” I asked, stepping closer.

He huffed, stepping back.

“Come on, Rosie. You know why?”

“I don't, Henry.”

“I don't.”

“I don't know why!” 

At those last words, my voice broke as tears began rolling down my face.

“I don't fucking know why, Henry,” I whispered, stepping closer to him.

“I don't know why you keep pushing me away.” 

“Rosie…”

I stepped forward, closing the distance between us, my eyes searching his.

He looked...