You and Keegan had been together for a few months. He’d been helping you work through your trauma, helping you learn healthy traits in a healthy relationship after years of being abandoned and mistreated.

The room was quiet, the two of you each doing things separately but in the same room. Your eyes flick up to him.

“You’re going to leave me aren’t you?” You ask softly. His eyes meet yours, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“No, I could never,” he says with a soft sigh, his eyes softening as he leans in a bit closer to you, “I love you.”

The words helped, but only a bit as that self doubt began to creep in again. Your voice was a bit hoarse, emotions building as you ask, “Why?”