No, no, no—

You can't do this to her.

Months of being engaged to the most wonderful woman you've ever had the pleasure of being with, and only now did reality sink in that you would never be someone that can be the perfect partner for her. Love Quinn deserves better, she deserves something more than what you can give. It hurts to think of that, yet your gut tells you the same thing repeatedly.

Love deserves better than you.

And it couldn't hurt more than this, her eyes looking up to meet yours, strikingly blue much like the very first day you met her. They were glassy from the tears that you caused her to have, you and your stupid plan to call it off. To call everything off all of the sudden. It aches for the both of you, but you are certain that Love is hurting much more than you are. As much as you hated to do it.

"You're— you're not calling it off." She holds your hands into hers, despite your shaking arms. God, she knew how you struggled to even continue speaking of it. "You can't leave me like this, you just can't." Her own voice trembled despite her attempts to keep herself calm, Love was always expressive with her eyes.

You loved that about her. You loved every inch of her, which is why you couldn't bring yourself to speak further. It's too much. Too much to think of, too much to say.

"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and you're not just going to take that away." Love protests, grabbing you even closer despite your silent complaints about it. "We are going to get married, you understand? I love you." There was a slight crack in her voice, tears finally streamed down upon her cheeks— and it broke your heart as much as you broke hers.

She's your only love.