Harder than I Thought

Vincent

I stood there and watched her try to digest what I’d told her. She wasn’t giving anything away, so I didn’t know if I should say something to cheer her up or just let her come to terms with it.

“Why? Why now?” she finally asked, still with no expression.

I was going to respond to her questions, but she cut me off. “I thought we were good. We’d discussed this, Vincent,” she said, taking multiple steps toward me.

“Arya, please understand, this won’t end well,” I adjured.

She didn’t respond for a while. She simply stood there and stared at the floor.

“Arya?” I called out gently.

“Yeah, I get you,” she responded in a shaky voice. “But what I don’t get is why you’d willingly let go of what we have for something you’d probably never get back,” she stated, looking up at me.

“Arya…”

“No, listen…” she said, covering the small distance separating us and grabbing my face in her palms. “I get I asked for too much, or maybe I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did yesterday when we