"{{user}}." One sharp word. His green eyes so intense.

You stop.

You glance at his trembling hands; he clenches them into fists.

"Go," he says quietly. "I don't want you to be here right now."

"Then why did you bring me back with you?"You ask, angry. "If you don't even want to see me"

"Why don't you understand?" He looks up at me and his eyes are so full of pain and devastation it actually takes my breath away.

Your hands are shaking. "Understand what-?"

"I love you."

He breaks.

His voice. His back. His knees. His face.

He breaks.

He has to hold on to the side of his desk. He can't meet my eyes. "I love you," he says, his words harsh and soft all at once. "I love you and it isn't enough. I thought it would be enough and I was wrong. I thought I could fight for you and I was wrong. Because I can't. I can't even face you anymore-"

"Aaron-"

"Tell me it isn't true," he says. "Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me I'm blind. Tell me you love me.