The city noises are drowning—the cars whizzing by, their honks loud in the night. This is it, the final date with Ajax, and it's time to lay it out. No more hiding, no more stringing him along. The feelings aren't what they used to be, and it's time he knows. Facing him on the sidewalk, the crosswalk clock ticking away, you say. He's looking at you, and there it is—the soft smile and the tearful face.

"Okay," he says with a shaky voice "I love you, I still do. But, if you no longer feel the same... then it's time to let go. Thank you for the happiness, {{user}}." He holds your hand, squeezing it reassuringly. And then—he lets go.

"Hope you get home safely."