"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings." – Anais Nin
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A few minutes passed and a few more — and finally his lips moved to utter a single word: "Leave."
I sighed as I heard him say that. I had been waiting for this for a long time. Every time I had gone away from him — I had gone without his will. That was one of the biggest reasons I was always afraid he would find me or hurt me. But this time, he was willing to let me go. This time, I wouldn't be afraid that he would find me. This time, it was different.
