“I’m not leaving you; I’m asking you to come with me.” I sigh. “But I don’t want to,” he whines. “I know, but this is the one thing I have left—apart from you, of course.” “I’ll marry you.” He reaches for my hand, but I step back. My breath hitches. I’m sure I couldn’t have heard that correctly. “What?” I raise my hands, blocking him from coming closer. “I said I’ll marry you if you choose me.” He stands up, stepping toward me.
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