[He doesn't know how to answer. All the things he can think to say (will you stay? would you have been different?) are either too childish or too absurd to even remotely consider penning. It's everything his lonely heart has ached for and nothing he's ever allowed himself, and now that he's faced with it . . .]
have youwould youwhere
I am[. . .] used to people leaving. and I have found it is a foolish endeavor to expect they will ever return.
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have youwould youwhereI am[. . .] used to people leaving. and I have found it is a foolish endeavor to expect they will ever return.
[Every word slowly written and heavily weighed.]
does it upset you?