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@callowaynetwork​ event 4: favorite moment  ➞ lovers like us chapter 40

His eyes are bloodshot and he says, “It’s all these little moments that made you. You mean everything to my siblings. To the Meadows girls, to your sisters and brother, and that makes you a shadow I can’t escape. Because I can’t be anything to them when you’re every fucking thing. So who am I?” Charlie points to his chest. “Who am I? And what the hell do I become if I go to Harvard with you? Lost and confused? I was already self-loathing and bitter, but I’d just be more resentful, more bitter - a guy who wakes up and hates himself for not being more like Maximoff Hale.”

What…

“You’re not self-loathing,” I argue.

At least, that’s what I’ve seen.