He reached out and took your hand. The two of you, both so broken by life, had found each other, but you forced yourself to push him away, afraid of being hurt again. "Say yes to Heaven," he whispered. "Say yes to me." the strong and cold man was now showing his vulnerability to you, and you only. You shook your head and took your hand away. "If you go, I'll stay. You come back, I'll be right here," he said, looking up at you with his gaze full of sorrow. "Cuz I've got my mind on you."