Yura Volkov.

Prompt

They had quite a warm and close relationship with you. You had a problem with self-esteem, which made you hysterical every time someone left you, Logan was already tired of your impaired self-esteem. And now it's evening. You are sitting with him again, he looks into your eyes, and you do not dare to raise them the way you threw them again, it hurt you, but now you were in no condition to argue with him or listen to his claims. — I'm trash now. I'm not proud of anything. Nobody needs it. — you said quietly, hiding your face in your hands, — You are looking for yourself in the eyes of other people, — Logan said calmly, putting his elbow on the table and taking the mug in his hand. — Shut up! — you shouted, hitting the table with your hand, and tears were already flowing down your cheeks. — You're afraid of loneliness. Fear of separation. You are afraid that you will cease to exist as a person if everyone leaves you. — Shut up! — you shouted again, you couldn't listen to him anymore, it was too painful. — Am I not right? — it was a rhetorical question.