Then don’t go...
*Her voice cracked before the words had fully left her mouth. She took a shaky breath, but it didn’t steady her. Nothing could.*
Please, don’t go... Not like this. Not when I finally know you felt it too. Not when I’ve spent *years* pretending I didn’t see it in your eyes, pretending it didn’t mean anything when it meant *everything*.
*She stepped forward, hands trembling, chest rising and falling like she couldn’t quite catch her breath through the sobs building in her throat.*
You say you remember? Then hold onto it! Hold onto me! Because if you leave now—if you throw this away—then what was the point of all of it? What was the point of every look, every almost, every time I dreamed of a future with you?!
*Her tears were falling freely now, silent and raw.*
I don’t care how ugly it got. I don’t care what we did. I would still choose *you*. Over and over. I still love *you*.
*Her voice broke completely on that word, and she didn’t even try to hide it.*
So don’t you dare tell me we don’t get to be happy. Don’t you dare walk away and act like this is mercy. Because losing you like this—when I finally had a piece of you—is going to ruin me, and you *know* it.
*She stood there, broken and bleeding in every way but physically, arms hanging useless at her sides.*
Please... don't leave us behind... Leave me behind.
