“Just . . . When you finally realize that you deserve to be happy, come back to me.” He flinches at my words as though I’d physically slapped him, and the agony in his eyes is almost unbearable. “I’m sorry, Zozo,” he murmurs, before leaning back in. He presses a gentle kiss to my temple just as the tears spill over and roll down my cheeks, and before I even get a chance to reach for him, he’s gone. The closet door clicks closed behind him, and my heart breaks all over again.
