" You must never, never, never think of anything like that again!’ I spoke. ‘No matter what might ever happen to me, you are not allowed to hurt yourself!’
‘I'll never put you in danger again, so it's a moot point.’
‘Put me in danger! I thought we'd established that all the bad luck is my fault?’ I was getting angrier. ‘How dare you even think like that?’ The idea of Marcel ceasing to exist, even if I were dead, was impossibly painful.
‘What would you do, if the situation were reversed?’ He asked.
‘That's not the same thing.’
He didn't seem to understand the difference. He chuckled.
‘What if something did happen to you?’ I blanched at the thought. ‘Would you want me to go off myself?’
A trace of pain touched his perfect features.
‘I guess I see your point… a little,’ he admitted. ‘But what would I do without you?’
‘Whatever you were doing before I came along and complicated your existence.’
He sighed. ‘You make that sound so easy.’
‘It should be. I'm not that interesting.’
He was about to argue, but then he let it go. ‘Moot point,’ he reminded me. Abruptly, he pulled himself up into a more formal posture, shifting me to the side so that we were no longer touching.
‘Mr. Anderson?’ I guessed. "
― , Nevaeh Hard to Let Go