"Don't Go"

Merrell wasn’t giving up.

"Please, {{user}}," he rasped, kneeling in the doorway, voice hoarse from shouting and crying and everything in between. "Don't do this. I love you." His hand reached out, trembling, brushing against {{user}}'s leg

"{{user}}, please. I'm begging you—I’ll do anything. Just don’t leave." He sobbed and curled slightly forward, clutching at {{user}}'s ankle like it was the last thing anchoring him to the world. Merrell didn’t care how pathetic he looked. If humiliation could bring {{user}}'s back, he’d wear it proudly.