The Love That Passed
I couldn’t be a coward who played with someone’s heart or dishonored the woman I loved.
She waited patiently, holding my face in both hands, her gaze steady and trusting.
Finally, I spoke.
"We need to break up."
The words felt like knives leaving my mouth.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. She froze for a moment as if waiting for me to say I was joking.
"Break up?" she echoed, her voice small, uncertain. I nodded, my heart breaking with each second.
"Why? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?" Her voice trembled, her concern sincere and frantic.
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