i Please, Stop. /i
Two words. Two tiny, little, one syllable words. They were said through a hint of tears. Tears that didn't fall, just held at the edge of her eyes, but they were flowing out of her mouth as she spoke.
As she tore his heard out of his chest with two little words.
i I've been divorced twice and I'm a recovering cocaine addict, and I know that's no woman's dream of a man or a father, nevertheless I believe I'm falling in love with you. I understand if you want to run, but you better get a good head start cause I'm coming for you, Jordan. /i
He was going to, going to fight, going to chase. Even tonight when she'd come to him telling that they weren't going to go there. That she didn't want to go there, he still thought he could change her mind.
He'd rambled on and on like an idiot until she'd said those two little words.
i Please, Stop. /i
Swallowing the emotion that threatens to choke him he gives a half-nod, but it ends up looking more like he's dropped his head in defeat. He walks away, leaves her standing there, with her arms wrapped around her stomach. He forces himself not to look back.