xvirtus:
The decision to leave is always in the hand of the person who walks away. You know this, as well as I do.
[ surprisingly enough, the words aren’t bitter. his tone is calm, posture collected; quite the opposite of his inside emotions. behind the mask of unreadable feelings, he’s hurt. he’s angry and sad, all at the same time. ]
[ emerald hues are falling to her feet, and a nervous hand is using chipped nails to pick at the flesh of her opposing wrist. a nervous tick, of course. ] -- I returned to you because I love you. Whether or not you believe that is a decision only you may make, but it is the truth. And I swear it. Not a moment passed where I hadn't regret leaving you, and I ached for your warmth. At least believe that I love you if nothing else at all.
