He stands abruptly. “Don’t leave me,” he says quietly. I cup his face in my hands. “I have to.” He shakes his head. “We can work this out.” “No, baby, we can’t.” I kiss him softly on the lips. “I want you to be happy.” He puts his arms around me. “You make me happy.” “I don’t. I make you feel obligated. Confused. Guilty. That’s not happy.” He swallows the lump in his throat, and I know he knows I’m right. “What am I going to do without you?” he whispers as he dusts the backs of his fingers down my face. My eyes hold his. “Keep living with Alina’s ghost and go back to your prostitutes. You’re
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Gah, this is heartbreaking, I love him 😭❤️
