"Because Iβm not the kind of girl guys fall in love with," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He paused, studying her face like it held the answers to some unsolvable riddle. "And whyβs that?"
She shrugged, but her eyes betrayed herβvulnerable, afraid. "Iβm too much. Too loud, too messy, too complicated. Iβm the kind of girl you walk away from, not the one you stay for."
He shook his head, the words coming out before he could stop them. "Youβre exactly the kind of girl Iβd fall for."
She looked at him, confusion flickering across her face. "You donβt even know me."
"I donβt need to," he replied. "I just know youβre worth sticking around for."













