“I love you,” she says. “So much you were going to leave me?” I say, and she looks at me. “You don’t understand,” she says. “No, you don’t understand,” I say. “It wouldn’t have changed anything if you left.” She looks at me. “I would have searched my whole life to find you again.” She walks away from me. “You don’t need this in your life.” “I need you in my life,” I say. “I need you, and I need Dylan.”
