“I want to be with you. I know some of your kindness comes from pain. Scabs mistaken for flesh. I want to live long enough to see you heal. You are more than your pain. You are made of resolve. You deserve more than your family gives you. You deserve more than my deceptions. If you want, I will leave. If you don’t want to share a bed. If you don’t trust my companionship. I will leave. To never return. But you need to know about your family, first. About your mother. And we do not have much time.”
