It was like he was at the boxing match again. His breathing was careful and steady and deliberate and he still felt as if he could not catch all of it, and he kept his fingertips pressed against the wallpaper. He couldn’t provide for her. He couldn’t. He was not going to be the father Gwenog deserved and they were better off without him, and he couldn’t believe that she hadn’t come to the obvious conclusion yet when everyone else had.
”I can’t,” he said, ”I can’t do this. I can’t stop. I can’t — I cannot be what you deserve.”
”I can’t,” he said, ”I can’t do this. I can’t stop. I can’t — I cannot be what you deserve.”
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set by MJ <3