"I'm sorry, Elliot," he whispered as he pulled away, slipping away from me like smoke. "Why are you sorry?" I asked, though I knew the answer. "I shouldn't have …" He swallowed hard and sat on the edge of the bed, the pain on his face mirroring the pain in my heart. "I can't do this to you, to me. Not now. I need time." "Time?" I asked as I sat, my heart weak and broken. "I asked for time once, and you wouldn't give it. I've given so much." The words trembled and broke.
