His hand moved to stop her, but his fingers only trembled against hers.
“Because if I asked you to stay,” he said, “you would. And then I would have to live. And I no longer remember how to do that without ruining everything I touch.”
The rain hammered. The candle guttered.
His hand moved to stop her, but his fingers only trembled against hers.
“Because if I asked you to stay,” he said, “you would. And then I would have to live. And I no longer remember how to do that without ruining everything I touch.” Milking Love -Final- -Samurai Drunk-
The rain hammered. The candle guttered.