f a c e t s [or, one of the small, polished plane surfaces of a cut gem]
Summary: There are three words which make people [I love you] and three that are meant to break people [let's break up]. /or, breaking hearts so situations won't reverse
Pairing: willdrew
a/n: Love the number of reviews I got ! If we make twenty, I'll have ten per chapter;) * hint, hint *
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two. love isn't required
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He plays with her hair when she says, "Let's break up." He's surprised at how calm her voice is, how even—as if she's talking about mundane, easy things. He stops, stares at his hands. She looks up, innocent and questioning. (Terrible, his mind says. You're terrible.) "Well?"
He sighs and cradles his face in his hands. "Why." Not a question.
"Because." Not an answer.
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"Please," he whispers. "Stay with me."
She scowls at him. "Give me a reason."
"Because I love you."
Her response is a glare. "That's one-sided."
"Isn't everything?"
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(Please. Please love me.)