QUOTE : I know who you are, flower,” he began softly. I stepped back my emotions exposed, like a raw nerve. Everything came tumbling out. “What? Yours? Some ideal version of me you’ve constructed in your head from our time together. You can’t know who I am when I don’t even know. People keep telling me who I’m not, who I should be. I’m so tired of it,” my voice was hoarse. “I’m not people,” he growled. “I’m your fucking person,” he continued fiercely. “Yours.