I want to be forgiven. I want to choke up chunks of my own sins.

He knew it wasn't easy to love him. But you did it anyways. He was still haunted by things he'd seen, the things he'd done. Yet, you stayed. And maybe it wasn't safe for you anymore.

"I'm ... I'm no good for you," he said softly, holding your wrists from his face. "I have to go."

His voice cracked. He was a terrible liar. He didn't have to. He wanted to stay. He needed you. But you needed better.