writewithblood:

He didn’t want to look at her, didn’t want to meet her eyes. He could feel the disappoint rolling off her in waves.

“Why would you do that?” she asked, her voice quiet and contained.

“It was the best for you,” he said, finally looking over at her. She had no answer; she looked away.

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