Patrick was there, waiting. Of course he was. She started shaking her head, making a wide berth around the area the couch encompassed, where he was standing. Because if she went to him, she would have to touch him. And she couldn't. She wasn't allowed to.
"I can't," she said shakily, her stomach starting to roll. Silently, she damned her parents for making her so upset that she was getting physically sick. "I'm not- we have to break up, Patrick. I can't even talk to you anymore."
Tears were running down her face, and she folded her arms protectively around herself.