Andrew always tells you that you’re too fragile—a “Cry Baby” to the cruel world that insists on hurting you. But he also knows that this fragility is the only thing he can hold, control, love in his own twisted way.

He squeezes your hand, his voice hoarse from the previous screaming matches he had with Ashley.

“Stop crying. Why do you always cry like that? Why?”

In the midst of the crying and the pain, Andrew’s sick love is a terrible promise. He won’t let you go, even if it breaks you both.