His eyes have begun to sting. He takes a moment to breathe through it, willing the tears back; willing the ache in his throat to ease up.
"And that's -- an exceedingly rare thing for me. It's...it's commonplace for people to grow tired of me, isn't it? I think I wonder if he'll leave me and it's, it's as if I'm watching the weather roll in. It's that idle a thought. I wonder if it'll rain today. I wonder if he'll leave me."
No hope of the ache going away, it seems.
"There's some very fundamental bit of me that's broken, Cullen, that -- I'm always thinking like that even when you're the one who asked me to marry you. And that it hardly even hurts when I do."
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His eyes have begun to sting. He takes a moment to breathe through it, willing the tears back; willing the ache in his throat to ease up.
"And that's -- an exceedingly rare thing for me. It's...it's commonplace for people to grow tired of me, isn't it? I think I wonder if he'll leave me and it's, it's as if I'm watching the weather roll in. It's that idle a thought. I wonder if it'll rain today. I wonder if he'll leave me."
No hope of the ache going away, it seems.
"There's some very fundamental bit of me that's broken, Cullen, that -- I'm always thinking like that even when you're the one who asked me to marry you. And that it hardly even hurts when I do."