Megan bit her lip as she looked at Justin. She was pathetic. One touch and all she wanted to do was ask him to hold her; kiss her and tell her everything was going to be okay. It wasn’t though. “I know I do, but -” Tears started to well up again and Megan looked away. “I still want you to pick me, Justin.” She whispered, sniffling before wiping another tear. What he was saying was logical, it made sense, but it was still completely tearing her apart.