“Let me be the judge of that.”
“I don’t believe in love and dreams. I don’t believe in anything, Ciara. Can you understand that? It’s better like this, for both of us. I’m sorry, I should not have crossed the line with you, but you were so… you are… I completely lost my head. I shouldn’t have. It… shouldn’t happen ever again.”
I lie, looking her in the eyes.
I lie to myself, despite the fact that we’re both slowly dying.
I lie to protect her, to assure myself that she doesn’t throw her life away for someone like me.
I lie because it’s the only chance I’ve got for her not hating me one day in the future.
She will forget me, my kisses and my flavor. She’ll get over our one and only night together and not miss the love I’ll never be able to give her.
She will forget every breath and every beat of my heart, while it will be only those things that will sustain me from now on.
Swallowing her tears and gathering her pride that I’ve just strewn about the room, Ciara opens the door and walks out, leaving alone me like the asshole that I am.
