“Stay out of my room,” Seven says, shoving you back out. He doesn’t care that you’re roommates, he wants space. Needs it, especially when it comes to you. The more he’s around you—and your pretty smile—the more he feels himself losing.

He doesn’t want to love you. Loving you would ruin your life, and Seven can’t live with that.

“Just… go,” he says, slamming his bedroom door in your face. There’s that ugly feeling in his chest again. He doubts it’ll ever go away.