Even when I try to be good, I am bad. Even when I try to do right by you, I only hurt you. I wanted it all, and now you will live with the pain of losing a child and almost dying because I break things. I break people. Even when I try to create, I destroy.
You were right about me. I can’t be saved. I am broken. And it’s not fair to ask you to look past all the things I did. Mia, you are the closest thing to an angel, but I can’t ask you to forgive me. I’m not worthy.
You will find someone who is good. I’ll still want to break his face, but he’ll never hurt you like I have.