"Please don't...please."
Nitya managed to make one final plea before she broke down into sobs. She knew that she loved him; she loved him from the bottom of her heart. But she hadn't imagined that the love would consume her such that just the thought of them breaking up was enough to tear her apart and bring her to the edge of a flood caused by the copious flow of a salty liquid pouring out of her eyes; that she had never been particularly fond of.
Ji-hun saw Nitya's colourless face, as if someone had just splashed the fast colours of intense emotions on her face, making her own colour fade underneath it all- just like bleach.
'He paused for a moment: maybe she needed something to rely on, or needed to be coaxed at that moment. But he couldn't let her fight her insecurities alone and let her leave like this.'
"Say it Nitya! Speak! Do I have any participation in this relationship or not? Can't I say something?"
