He straightens himself and walks past me. “Robert, I love you,” I yell, and he stops at the door. “Don’t do this to me. I love you. I will love you no matter what form you take. Man, priest, tomato, even in death, my heart will beat for you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” He clenches his jaw, tears forming in his eyes, but he won’t look at me. “You'll move past this. It’s for the best.” And with that, he’s gone.
Dude FUCK robert what a dick
