Novel & Cerita Sudah Dibantu Tapi Tidak Tau Diri

Why didn't I help him? Why am I so weak?

“I can do the rest on my own.” He clearly has other things on his mind and doesn't want to be here, so she is giving him an out. He can take it and leave her alone, as he works through whatever the heck is freaking bothering him. “Hey, no. I can help you.” “I can do it on my own so you don't have to stay. Really. I don't need any help.” She tells him, not even bothering to turn around. This is where he leaves, to go sulk in private somewhere, she is sure.

I'm in a hot mess and I not sure how to fix it. Even my dad can't help me at this point. _______________________________

I feel like I have a new look on my situation. I’m going to need help.

"I don't know what's up with you, man, but I know you're hiding something and it has to do with whoever's scent is all over you. Why can't you just tell me? I can help if you're in trouble." I stare back out the window. "Nobody can help with this." I mumble. "Try me." He tilts his head. "I don't even know, ok. I can't even process what this is. You can't help." I rub my head. "Are you in some kind of trouble?" He pressed his brows together. I shake my head. "No. But I think shits gonna go down if I can't figure it out." "Luke...." Terry starts.