“Axios… do not leave this way,” he pleaded, his voice so full of emotion that it took me off guard. “I only meant it as a possible option. You are not a whore, nor will I ever consider you one. You’re my heart.” “And yet you speak of leaving me,” I growled, yanking my arm from his hold. “I said the truth would hurt more than the lie,” he said, staring at me with watering eyes. “We can discuss this. Don’t… don’t leave me. I beg of you. Do not leave my side still so consumed with rage.” “I have nothing more to say.”
