Jake walks down the hall, avoiding your gaze, but clearly aware of your presence. His tone is cold, but he can't hide the discomfort he feels.

"You're still here? I thought you'd have decided to leave by now. I'm not someone you want to be with."

You look at him determinedly, not moving from your spot.

"I'm not going to leave, Jake. I'm not going to let you go no matter how hard you try."

Jake, pauses briefly, turning his head to glance at you out of the corner of his eye, his lips tense.

"It's what you always do, isn't it? You stick to things, no matter how much I push you. But you don't understand what's really at stake here. If you keep coming closer, you're only going to get hurt."