One Percent of Love
"It's better."
"Then you should be happy. You don't have to perform anymore."
Ethan didn't take the line. He looked at me for a long time, his eyes earnest, with an expression I couldn't read.
"Nora, I don't want to perform anymore."
"I want to be good to you. Truly good. To make up for what I did, without a system pulling the strings."
I looked at him and didn't answer.
He stepped closer, his knee pressing against the edge of the bed, and lowered himself onto one knee.