“I chose him. I’m choosing him.”
“We can work through this. We can figure it out. Can’t we baby? We can fix this.”
“No, we can’t,” I almost choked on the words.
“I don’t believe you! I don’t know where this is coming from. Just the other day, we were making love and talking about pups. You couldn’t, no, you can’t change. This doesn’t make sense,” his voice was hoarse. “Just… just give me a chance. Whatever you’ve done, whatever I’ve done, I can- we can fix it. Baby, please.”
“How can I make this make any more sense? I don’t want to fix it. I don’t want to be with you. I made a decision, my decision. I don’t need to explain anything to you. You knew already, didn’t you? Isn’t that why you came here? Isn’t that why you didn’t link me when you came near the border? Isn’t that why you haven’t tried to talk to me all day?” I yelled.
