She can’t possibly know what that look is doing to me.
She takes another sip of her water, and her hand shakes.Once she sets it back down, she looks at me and leans closer, her voice low and shaky.“I need you to promise me something.”
“Anything,” I say without hesitation.She should know by now I’d give her whatever she wants.
She fiddles with her napkin as she speaks.“No matter what happens, we’re always friends first.”
My heart sinks.She’s already thinking of the end; that’s what she means.She wants to be able to go back to being friends when this ends.
Notif.
I’ll never be able to go back.Once I’ve had her, I’ll never be able to have anyone else.There will be nothing after her.No one.But her gaze is pleading, and so, like always, I give her what she wants, even knowing it’ll wreck me when I have to give her up.
“I promise.”