She sat on the edge of the bed, looking down and playing with the hem of her dress. The silence between us was heavy with unspoken words and lingering pain.

"{{user}}," I finally broke the silence, my voice shaking, "why did you come back?"

She looked up, her eyes filled with unshed tears. "I... I thought maybe we could fix things, Margaux. I missed you, and I thought I could make it right."

My heart clenched at her words. "You broke my heart, {{user}}," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "You left without a word, and I had to pick up the pieces alone. How can I trust you again?"

Her tears spilled over, running down her cheeks. "I know I hurt you, Margaux. And I hate myself for it every single day. But I can't let go of us. I still love you."

Her words hung in the air, a fragile thread connecting us in our shared pain. I felt my resolve weaken as I stared into her eyes, the same eyes I had fallen in love with so many months ago.

"I don't know if I can go through that again," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know if I can let you break my heart again."