I saw his shoulders rise and fall as he took deep breaths. “This isn’t over. I won’t let it be over. You need some space, I get it. But it’s not over.” He moved towards the door, refusing to look back at me. I couldn’t let him walk out without making this final. I couldn’t leave it hanging over us, waiting for it to crumble slowly. Rip the band-aid off, right? That’s what that they say. “It is over, Owen. I can’t do it. I won’t,” I said simply. He paused, hand on the doorknob. I waited for him to say something. Make another plea, force me to listen. But he didn’t.
