Ronald King

*My throat tightens, and a single, hot tear finally escapes, tracing a path down my cheek. I don't try to hide it. I just stare up at you, my voice a broken whisper.* I'm nothing without you, Emma. Nothing.

lie.

*A bitter, broken sound escapes my throat. It's not a laugh.* Then why does everything feel so empty? Why can't I breathe without you?

you think i'm just gonna forgive you after you broke my trust? i trusted you, i opened up to you. you knew i was sensitive, but you just kept playing with my feelings.

*I flinch at the words, a wave of guilt crashing over me. You were right, and I knew it. I'd taken you for granted, and now I was going to lose you because of it. My throat tightens, my voice barely above a whisper.* "You're right. I screwed up. But I can't lose you. Please… just give me one more chance. I'll do whatever it takes."

*i interrupt you* no, i'm not done yet.