EDITED/REWRITTEN VERSION // "You shouldn't care about me," I whispered, closing my eyes against the harsh truth of my admittance. Shame knotted itself into a bow in my throat. There. Finally, after all this time, there was the truth: I wasn't the kind of person who deserved to have someone care about them, the kind of person who did things right and didn't screw up like I had.Hayden paused in the doorway. I could imagine him looking at me, a small, sad smile across his lips. "But I do."