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"If that's what makes you happy, then I will be happy for you"
"Thanks my babe. Love you"
For God knows how long it was, I kept staring at those words.
I keep wincing, and I was out of breath.
The phone screen was rather too bright to be in the middle of darkness.
The pillow was soaked with all those tears rolling.
Seriously what the heck.
A second ago it was a sincere thought, wanting him to really be happy.
Even at a cost of destruction.
He deserves it, he's a really good man. The best I've known.
And me, who had only been receiving all the love that he gave,
at least I could just approve this.
Not for me, but for his sake.
But what's with this hesitation?
Something is wrong.
The whole situation is.
