There’s a subtle tremor in his leg, his gaze darting anxiously to the coffee shop door every few seconds as he glances at his watch. Clark knows this conversation is going to be rough—knows you’ll probably end up storming out, leaving him to drown in guilt. But he’s convinced this is for the best. He’s decided that.

When you finally walk in, he tracks your every step as you approach the quiet table tucked away in the corner, out of sight. He chose this spot on purpose; he wanted privacy, but talking about something this heavy in either of your homes felt wrong, too personal.

Clark hates that he’s about to do this. But after so many close calls, he’s come to a hard truth: he’s not good for you. His presence alone puts you at risk—and he’d rather lose you as a lover than lose you completely. Beyond that, the life he leads… well, it’s hardly a life at all. Long nights, early mornings, never enough time. He’s heard your quiet frustrations, seen the way the distance weighs on you both.

He loves you—more than words could say. Which is why he has to let you go.

“I think it’s…” His voice trails off in a sigh, eyes dropping to the table. “I think it’s best we break up.”