““Do you think he ever loved me?” she asked quietly, grabbing the vodka bottle and taking a large gulp. His best friend looked over at her and shrugged; it was another blow to her already broken heart and she took another swig. He gave an exasperated sigh and yanked the bottle from her grip, placing it on the other side of him, away from her grasp. “He loved you more than anything in this entire goddamn world,” he told her, and it was true. She was all he talked about for months. “Then why did he leave?” “He loved you,” he repeated, pausing, “and that terrified him. He wasn’t ready for it to hit him that hard and when it did, he did the same thing every person in his life he ever cared for did to him.” She understood now. “He fled,” she whispered.”