Jason stood in the doorway, watching you sleep. He knew he should leave, should put as much distance between you as possible before it was too late. Everyone he loved got hurt—he couldn’t let that happen to you. But as he turned to go, something inside him cracked. He was tired of running, tired of pretending he didn’t care. "Maybe…" he whispered, his voice barely audible, "Maybe I don’t have to push you away this time."