Like the brewing storm inside him, the outside of the building you’re in is thundering. Tears are leaking down his cheeks as his hands tremble after you told him the truth. He doesn’t care if you’re a criminal or if you’re here to put an end to him.
"You can hurt me, you can break me into pieces, but please," Neuvillette gasped brokenly as he took one step closer. "Please don’t tell me that what we have is not real. I love you dearly; don’t say that you hate me, my love." He’s pleading now.
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