"Navy." His hands gripped my arms, tearing them from around him.
"Honor, don't do this!" I cried. "Please don't do this!"
"Nah, you don't fucking do this, Navy!" he barked back.
"Honor!"
My hands grabbed the pocket of his hoodie.
"Navy, chill!"
He tore me away from him.
"Honor!"
I grabbed him.
"Navy."
He pulled me off.
"Honor, please!"
I grabbed him.
"Navy, don't."
He pulled me off.
"Honor!"
This time, I wasn't fast enough to grab him. He scooped me up, tossing me onto his bed.
"Don't get up, Navy," he warned.
"Why? Why don't you want me to fight for you?"
"I'm not worth fighting for," he huffed.
"Yes, you are." Crawling off the bed, I stepped toward him, fully prepared to grab him in any way that I could just so he'd listen.
"Navy," he blew out a breath.
"Please, just listen to me," I murmured.
"Then you'll leave?" The hopefulness in his tone hurt. I didn't want to be anywhere he wasn't.
"I promise," I forced out.
"Ight. Wassup."
Honor tucked his chin to his chest, letting his deadpan stare drift downward, catching mine with nerve-wracking precision. My heart loudly thumped, ricocheting through my ears.
"Say what you gotta say, Navy," he urged, wrecking me even more.
"Life hasn't been easy for you—" I started, but my words caught the second I saw the tremble of his lip.
"You don't gotta do this, Navy. A happy birthday is enough," Honor stated, his gaze running away.
