Bad Day

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

It was in that moment that he knew. He knew he couldn't hold it back anymore. He knew that he couldn't lie to her, he knew that he couldn't sleep with her. Every muscle in his body screamed at him. His heart thundered in his chest, his eyes closed for half a second and he took in one last breath of her as her lips slowly faded away from his. He stayed there for a moment, hands on her legs, body pressed against hers, his entire form shaking as he knew what he had to do.

Dread filled him. He felt light headed, his breathing started to get just a bit faster. What was he going to say? How...how did he...he could feel his heart beat faster and faster, almost threatening to crash out of his ribcage and escape his body. "I..."

He began.

This was the thing that he had been dreading for so long. This was the moment that he had known would bring it all crashing down. He loved her. He loved her so much. He wanted to kiss her, throw her onto the bed, take her one last time before it all went up in flames, but he knew that he couldn't. He knew it would have been wrong, he knew that the only way they would ever get through this was if he was honest with her, if he told her the truth now.

"I have to tell you something Jamie." He spoke quickly, he felt sick, his heart was breaking. "You're going to hate me for it."

He looked down, ashamed, broken, scared. "I'm sorry."

It was all he could think to say.

"Kaile's pregnant." Before she could say anything, before she could jump off him and smack him Kurt tried to explain. "A few weeks. Longer than you and I have been tog-"

The words died in his throat.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

For a while the girl simply sat there on top of him, staring. Her eyes though weren't fixed on Kurt, or the bed, or anything really. It was as if she was staring into a black hole somewhere in the distance, somewhere Kurt couldn't see. A place that didn't exist in this galaxy. Her mouth closed, though her breathing was steady, heart beat rather average. She blinked, again and again, and again. It might seem as though she hadn't heard Kurt, or hadn't quite understood what he said. Her eyes never moved from where they gazed, she simply sat still for two, three, four minutes.

When she finally said something, all she did was repeat Kurt's words in a dull whisper. "Kaile's pregnant."

Then everything fell quiet again.

"Pregnant?" It wasn't exactly clear if she was asking Kurt to repeat himself again, or if she was somehow confused by the word pregnant.

It was like she was a malfunctioning droid. Nothing made sense all of a sudden. The world was strange, alien, scary. She felt alone, like she had back on Lothal, buried beneath the weight of the rocks of the collapsing cave. Except this was no cave, and there were no rocks. This was her life rather, unraveling thread by thread. There was a momentary stutter in her breathing. Her thoughts shifted back to Bastion, where Villa had nearly killed her, and for half a second she wished she had succeeded. Skip forward to Ossus, Waide could have killed her several times, though he hadn't for whatever reason. Again she wished he had. Then, finally, Lothal, where the Knight of Ren had tried to kill her, had nearly succeeded, only Aela had prevented that. Once more she wished the woman hadn't pulled her from beneath those rocks to face this reality, the reality that her family was in shambles and now too the only relationship she'd ever had, and given herself entirely to. It felt like she was played. Played by Kurt, the Force, her family, the galaxy. Everything. Everything and everyone was her enemy.

The emotional turmoil raging through her head began to pour outwards, the blue in her eyes glossed over, gleaming beneath a thin veil of tears that threatened to pour down her cheeks. Her fists clenched as she trembled with anger and overwhelming sadness. Slowly she pushed herself off of Kurt's lap, looking down at him while trying to hold back the raging rapids of tears behind her eyes. Her nose scrunched several times, lips shaking. Her expression was bitter. She swallowed the knot in her throat, almost as if she were about to speak, but only silence filled the gap between the two.

Bending down she scooped up her pair of shoes, and without even looking at him again she turned and shut the door of the bedroom behind her, heading for the door to collect her bag.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He could see the disappointment. The pure distilled despair, the sadness. It was so obvious. He wanted to die. He wanted to keel over and end it all. His heart was still beating fast, seemingly skipping every other second. His fingers curled, he wanted to grab her and stop her, he wanted to explain himself. He wanted...he wanted to take it all back.

He wanted to go back in time and stop all of this, prevent it somehow, change history. Panic crossed his features as she began to leave.

Kurt couldn't let her go. He couldn't let her run away. Agony ripped through him, an odd sort of pain shooting through his chest as he quickly stood up and chased after. The door nearly slammed in his face as she left, his fingers jumbling for the knob. The thing seemed somewhat stuck, or his fingers were unwilling to make it turn. He let out a curse, his hand wrapping around the door as he shook the damn thing nearly off its hinges. Another curse as it refused to turn. "KARK!"

His heart thundered in his chest.

The Courier took a step back, then smashed his foot forward. With a heavy thud he broke down the door, the cheap wood slamming into the other side of the wall with a heavy thud as Kurt rushed through it. Jamie had already made it to the deck as he chased her.

"Jamie!" He called after her. "Jamie wait!"

Kurt scrambled up the steps, half falling over, tripping and only catching himself on the wall just barely. He rushed after her, only one thing on his mind. He broke out of the doorway just as she made it to the edge of the ramp, his breath caught in his throat, his heart thundering as pain lanced through his chest. "Jamie."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

The blonde turned around, tears already well down the sides of her face, but the look she gave him was one of hell's fury. The scorn was so volatile it could nearly be tasted in the air.

"Get away from me."

The tone of her voice was ice cold, the polar opposite of the chirpy girl he knew. Her bag had been tossed over her shoulders, and oddly enough she had somehow managed to already get her shoes back on during the brief moments she had left. Every time her eyes blinked, another glittery sparkle of water was freed from the dam, passing down her cheeks. The angle of the sun created a sort of rainbow effect in her eyes which might have been rather beautiful if the occasion wasn't so unbelievably terrible.

As the last syllable rolled off her lips she turned again and began to walk back down the pier, on her way to anywhere but there. Nothing mattered anymore. The last shreds of happiness in her life had been torn away with two tiny words. Like an avalanche one thing after another came toppling down. Just when she thought there might be a small reprieve where she could simply enjoy the company of one of the last people she could count on that veil was lifted as well.

The only place she knew she could go then was Sullust. It was the only place that didn't bring her crushing pain, the only place she could sit in quiet solitude.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He couldn't.

Despite the hate. Despite what he saw in her eyes, what was he supposed to do? He couldn't just leave her alone. He loved her, cared about her more than he cared about himself. The thought of losing her was...well it was unthinkable. His stomach turned and he felt a bit of bile in his throat as she turned away from him, walking down the ramp as though she held nothing but hate for him.

His heart continued to pound in his chest.

For a second his vision blurred, and then he ran after her. Kurt pushed off from the doorway and found himself at the end of the deck in just three steps, he practically lunged towards the ramp. He could still see her blonde hair flowing back and forth, the shorter cut swaying just a bit as she wandered back down towards the pier. He tried to call out to her again but found the words lost in his throat. What was he supposed to say? What could he say to fix this.

His head hurt.

A hand reached the railing at the edge of the boat, his fingers curling around the hard metal just as she reached the bottom of the ramp.

He tried to move after her, tried to step onto the railing, but in that moment his vision blurred once again. The loud thud of his heart rang in his ear again and again, the pain that had spiked through his chest rushed through his arm, and then suddenly he fell to the floor with a loud thud.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

The noise on the deck was loud enough for her to turn back around, despite every single ounce of will in her body to ignore it. Maybe it was the person she was inside that forced its' way through, despite it all. Or maybe it was simply fate that forced her to turn around. Regardless, she turned all the same. Notably there was no Kurt to be seen. Her eyes blinked, forcing some of the water that had obscured her vision out of the way, and then rubbed her eyes to clear away the remaining liquid. She stood for a second, thinking he might have simply tripped or something, but no noise followed and the idiot didn't get back up.

When nothing changed over the next few seconds she rolled her eyes and turned back towards the boat. Several steps into her return she finally came to see his body laying on the deck of the boat, completely still. Unsure of what exactly he was doing she got a bit closer, though the way his head was positioned she couldn't see if his eyes were open and he was simply moping on the deck, or if he'd slipped and hit his head, or passed out. "Kurt." She said dryly, without an ounce of sympathy to her voice. When he didn't answer she'd shout his name angrily. "KURT!" Though when absolutely nothing happened the second time she stamped her feet, annoyed, and made her way back onto the deck to see him lying incredibly, unnaturally still.

"Kurt?" She said, shaking him. "Kark, KURT!" This time she shook him more violently to try and rouse him. Though when nothing happened she realized that there was something far more wrong than she expected. He wasn't playing some stupid melancholic game. He was seriously in trouble. Quickly the blonde rushed back inside the boathouse, dropping her backpack on the ground beside Kurt to make an emergency call. The woman quickly relayed their location, what was wrong, and then promptly disconnected to rush back to where he laid on the deck.

The Force was useless here, she knew nothing about Jedi Healing or anything related to it, but what she did know was CPR from her years back home spent with the YAFCIN program. CPR which, back then she had fortunately never needed, but was ever so thankful for at that very moment. The girl began giving chest compression and mouth resuscitation to Kurt while she waited, speaking to him in incomprehensible garble in between breaths to try and wake him up.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Kurt didn't stir, at least not at first. He simply laid on the deck, his skin cold, his face whiter and whiter as the seconds went by. His lips turned an odd shade of blue, nearly matching his eyes. Sirens began to sound in the distance, flying over head and blaring brightly one of the ambulances of the local hospital came towards them. The raucous noise and the press of Jamie's hands against his chest was enough to push Kurt back from the Abyss.

If only for a second.

"Jam-?" The name was almost incoherently mumbled, his eyes bleary and his skin still an awful shade of white. He shifted beneath her grasp, though everything else that happened next was an impossible blur. He remembered her crying, he remembered being lifted onto a stretcher, an IV being plugged into his arm, and then...darkness.

Everything seemed to float for a while.

His body felt numb the next time he woke up, his fingers prickling with that odd bloodless sensation, his eyes flickering open only to be blinded by a white neon-light.

They were sitting in the back of an ambulance, his stomach lurching for a moment as he felt the floating sensation of the ambulance making a turn. The sound of sirens still blared loudly just outside of the vehicle, and he felt a man's hands place something onto his chest. "Wa-?'

It was the only thing he could manage.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

When the EMT had lifted Kurt up into the stretcher he had turned quickly, asking her relation to the man to determine if she should come with him to the hospital, or if she was simply a good samaritan that had stopped to help. For all the anger she was harboring for him in those moments prior, as much as she wanted to walk away, to catch the next transport off world and disappear from his life forever, she couldn't. "He's my husband." She said. The tears in her eyes, despite them having originally been caused by something else, were enough convincing that she was telling the truth, and so she was rushed into the back of the ambulance as well before it sped off towards the hospital.

While they traveled she was asked a number of questions about his identity, where he was from, what they were doing on Pelagon, what had happened just prior to the collapse. "We had an argument about children." She said. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't exactly the truth that the man asking her the questions was understanding it to be. Sure, it was an argument, as brief as it was, and it was about children, though it hardly had to do with them having children, more so about him having a child with his quote, friend.

It was best not to dwell on that for now. Despite it all she didn't want to see anything happen to him, if for nothing less than this baby.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He didn't understand what was going on.

Kurt felt the man's hand stab something into his arm, a slight hiss erupting from his teeth as he finally regained a little bit of consciousness. His eyes shot open and he looked around the room. First he saw the man that had stabbed him with a needle, though doing so might have been a mistake. The paramedic looked rather...well he was ugly. There was no two ways about it. His teeth practically stuck out and his eyes were asymmetrical.

The Courier shifted his gaze away from him and towards whatever else was in the ambulance, eyes falling on the diametric opposite of the ugly troll that was seeing to his health; Jamie.

He couldn't help but smile.

"You're still here." He couldn't remember exactly what had happened, but he knew what they had been talking about.

Slowly Kurt tried to reach out to her with his non-stabbed arm.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie's expression softened, but only for the mere fact that he hadn't died. Her eyes gave away the fact that she was still very, very angry. Despite that, she extended her own hand and took his, holding onto it loosely, if for no other reason to keep up with the idea that she was his wife to the EMT. "Yes" was the only word she would say to him however. Returning to silence immediately after. The man beside him continued to take vital signs, fixing an oxygen mask over Kurt's face to assist in breathing, as well as begin to get several readings from the various machines hooked up to the patient.

"Sir, do you know where you are? Can you tell me your name?" Were the two questions the ugly man asked Kurt.

Jamie looked down towards the floor, her free hand cupping her forehead to rest against.

Why the kark does the galaxy punish me so often?

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He knew she was still angry, he could practically feel it. The rush of emotion he had felt on the boat came back, the steady beeping of the heartbeat monitor picked up as a bit of panic set into him, but it quickly calmed down as the automatic machine administered some drugs to Kurt's system. The Courier shifted slightly, clearly not quite sure what was going on.

"Pelagon." He answered quietly. "Kurt Meyer."

Though, in that moment he'd rather have been anyone else.

Kurt looked at Jamie, pain in his expression. He felt like he should have said something, felt as though there were something he could say to make it right...but he knew that wasn't true. He looked at her for a moment more, then couldn't bear the shame of it. His eyes glanced towards the troll. "What happened?"

The man checked the systems on the machine as the Ambulance dipped again.

"You had a heart attack sir, probably stress induced."

That last part seemed somewhat obvious.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

What now? She wondered, sitting quietly in the seat beside Kurt.

Moments prior she was set and ready to leave Pelagon, to get aboard a ship and go anywhere. Now she was sitting in the back of an ambulance on the way to the hospital. Just like before there were no words to express herself, no words to share with him, just cold, empty, heartbroken emotion. Jamie wanted to leave still, that much she was certain of. Perhaps she would do it when they arrived, after he had gotten a room. It wasn't as though he would be able to chase her once they got him in there. She could say goodbye and disappear.

It was the best solution really.

After a few brief minutes the ambulance pulled into the hospital, the man beside Kurt taking him from the vehicle as Jamie broke contact with Kurt. Her stride would be a bit slower, wandering behind them as they went through the doors of the emergency room to be taken immediately inside.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Just before they passed the door Kurt reached out for Jamie. The sudden jerk nearly ripped the needle out of his arm and hurt enough that it caused the meter to spike. One of the paramedics sword loudly at him and said something that he didn't quite understand, but he managed to catch Jamie's hand, if only for just a few seconds.

"Please." He said quietly, still half in that daze. "Don't leave yet."

He had seen it in the way she'd looked at him, the way that she had sat in that ambulance, and the way she'd slowly began to fall behind. Pain lanced through his chest again, though whether it was from what he was feeling or the heart attack that had just torn through his body he wasn't entirely sure. Yet he gave Jamie an unashamed, pleading look. There were still things left to say, things left for him to tell her. He knew he didn't deserve it, but he'd ask anyway. "I haven't told you everything."

The bed stopped for just a moment, the Paramedic apparently understanding that Kurt wouldn't be stopped in this particular moment.

"Just stay." He pleaded. "At least until we can talk."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Oh, wonderful. There's more. As if earlier wasn't enough.

Her mind couldn't possibly take any more of this. It was bad enough that their relationship was clearly over, but yet somehow there was more to this story than he'd already indulged her with. Was he about to tell her he had forgotten that he married Kaile too? Or that he had children by other women too that were long forgotten? What else could he have possibly said to make this situation any worse than it was already? Or maybe he thought there was some tidbit of information he could give to her that might otherwise salvage the colossal train wreck he had just hit her with.

She placed her hand atop his, gently pulling his grip away from her. The expression on her face did not change. The tears were still present. The pain, the anger, the smothered flames of her love for him. It was all there.

But nothing mattered. Nothing could undo what he had done. The Force itself could not will away the actions of the past.

Jamie stood in the doorway, nodding to the EMT to continue through the inner doors towards the ICU while she remained in the lobby, motionless.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He knew what that meant.

Kurt had, for most of his life, been considered a fool by one person or another. There were a number of reasons for that fact, some ranged from his own lack of intelligence in certain areas while others extended more to the fact that he often didn't have the best ideas. The idea of being a fool, the very notion of it had followed him across the galaxy. From Tatooine to Anaxes, from Pod-Racing to being a Courier. It had always been there, and more often than not it had gotten him into trouble.

It was as much a part of who he was as his hair or eyes. He couldn't get rid of it, and in truth he had never really wanted to. Being a fool was in part a gift, it made you less noticeable, more forgettable, and sometimes...sometimes allowed people to forgive you a little easier.

Not here though, not now.

His fingers curled into themselves, his muscles tensed. He tried to look back but the paramedic stopped him, a hand suddenly coming down on his shoulder. The Courier looked up at the man, his eyes filled with a steely determination. The man looked back at him, slowly shaking his head.

"No don't yo-"

It was too late. The title of fool was one that fit Kurt rather well, and he was determined to keep it. His legs suddenly kicked up, his hand shot up to grab the man holding him, and with what little strength he had left The Courier dragged himself up and out of bed.

The endeavor was of course, incredibly stupid. As soon as he was out of the bed, it's weight not longer supporting him he realized just how much of a mistake he had made. Almost instantly he slipped and fell, his feet touching the ground but the muscles in his legs too weak to actually support him. The man he had used to drag himself out of the bed falling to the floor with a loud thud, the bed half tipping over as Kurt caught himself against the wall. A loud clattering racket sounded out behind the door, yells sounding out just before Kurt burst through them. "Jamie!"

Kurt yelled as he practically fell on his face, only barely held up by the door. One of the nurses ran up behind him to catch him, the sound of a heartbeat monitor screeched out behind him.

"Don't." An arm wrapped around him, dragging him back towards the bed. "Leave."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Emotional turmoil filled her entirely. The only thing she knew for sure was that this ride was over. Whatever feelings she had for him, and he for her, they were irrelevant. They simply couldn't be together. Not after this, not with knowing what he had told her back on the boat. Regardless of the perfect little life the two of them thought they might have, Kurt was a father to someone else's child. But not only that, it was his friend, his roommate even, a person he shared countless hours with day after day. The whole time he and Jamie were apart they were together. Everything he had told her about the two of them was now in question.

Had they kept sleeping together?

There was absolutely no way for her to know, and now, now he was the father of her child. Even if he had told her the truth, that they didn't continue their sexual relationship with one another, the fact of the matter was they lived together and had a child now.

There's no place for me in that story.

The more she thought about it the more it hurt, and the more difficult it became to hold back the tears. But as she was filling out paperwork at the desk to the right of the doors, Kurt came bumbling through like an idiot, following a loud crash and other assorted noises, shouting her name. She immediately turned to face him, with the datapad in her hand, and a tear filled face now coupled with a deep blush of embarrassment.

She said nothing, just stood there, dumbfounded, datapad in hand, blinking as the EMT he knocked over scrambled to his feet and attempted to sedate Kurt.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

"Just don't leave." Kurt shouted as finally the nurses managed to grapple him.

One of the larger ones, what looked to be a Trandoshan in fact, managed to grab Kurt by the chest and heave him up into the air. The sight was a bit comical, the tiny Kurt waggling his legs in the air as the Trandoshan held him. Another nurse ran up behind him and jabbed him with a needle.

The Courier tried to say more words, but they were caught in his throat. He felt the drug rush through his system, his head nodding off to the side. He saw Jamie within the blurr of his vision, tried to reach out to her, and then suddenly he was out again. Unconscious drove over him and the Trandoshan that had grabbed him seemed to relax slightly. Two other nurses helped the large Alien, picking the bed up from the floor and placing Kurt back into it.

The Nurse at the desk seemed to look at Jamie with a question mark on her face, but then patted the younger woman's hand.

"Don't worry deary. We've seen worse."

Without another word the elderly nurse turned away from the young woman and returned to filing some sort of flimsy into a cabinet. Kurt meanwhile was wheeled away on the bed, taken for a more comprehensive scan before being placed into private room in case his awakening was...not calm.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Several hours would pass before Kurt awoke, leaving Jamie to dwell on her thoughts even more. Her entire outlook on the galaxy had been shattered by two words. Two. It made her head spin. It made the very concept of thinking seem difficult. For quite some time nothing filled her mind, just empty, blank staring out through a window in the lobby. She hadn't even gone into the man's room yet to see him. She didn't want to. Not yet anyway. She had contemplated leaving, like she had planned to do before, over a dozen times. There was nothing more for her here. Kurt could call Kaile, get a pick up, tell her Jamie was out of the picture, and they could move on together raising their child like she was certain Kaile wanted. Jamie didn't blame her for that, anyway. It was hard to, but everything was still ruined. Still a mess.

Jamie sat in the small cafe just outside the lobby, drinking a cup of a Caf to try and stimulate her brain into committing to what she would do next. Or, she would have drank it, if she was paying it any mind, rather than simply resting her chin on the table, whilst spinning the cup with two fingers.

It's not like he could find me if I left. But he is stubborn enough to get himself killed trying. I suppose it's best if I just tell him it's over when he wakes up. Tell him to have Kaile pick him up, that I won't be staying any longer.

After two and a half hours that was about all she could come up with to say. And after another fifteen minutes of deliberating with nothing else coming to mind, that was what she decided to do. Her hand pressed the small button on the side of his door, sliding open to allow her entry. Quietly she stepped inside and allowed the door to close again behind her. For a minute she looked over at him, still seemingly asleep, before sitting down in the small chair beside his bed.

"I wanted to believe this was real. More than anything else. I suppose it's just another thing that simply wasn't meant to be."

Her voice was a whisper, not that she was speaking to anyone in particular, aside from herself. "I'm so stupid, so silly, to have believed differently."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He was half asleep, but he heard her. For a second he thought it was his imagination, for another he thought it was a hallucinations, but as he slowly opened his eyes he noticed her sitting there. The steady beep of the heartbeat monitor rang out over and over again, his lips opening slightly as he tried to speak. He could see the pain on her face, hear the quiver in her voice. The pit in his stomach formed again, his hands began to shake, and quietly he spoke.

"I love you." The words might come as a surprise to her, either because she thought him asleep or because she thought they were a lie. It didn't matter however, to Kurt they were the truth, they were everything.

"I really do." He said again, his voice barely a rasp, his throat dry. "I promise I do."

What else was he supposed to add? "It wasn't supposed to happen like this. I didn't...don't want it."

It was a harsh thing to say about what might potentially be his child...but in a way it was true. He hadn't planned this, he hadn't wanted this. He wouldn't abandoned Kaile, that wasn't who he was, he wouldn't abandoned the child if it was his, but that didn't mean the truth wasn't still there. He loved Jamie, he had wanted to be with her more than anything in the galaxy. Kaile was family, there was no doubt in that, but Jamie was the woman he loved. He tried to think of something he could say, tried to think of anything.

"It happened before we were together. I swear to you." His voice was still that pained rasp, but he was so desperate to speak that he couldn't help but do so. "I haven't slept with Kaile, anyone, since we've been together."

The heartbeat monitor would beep just a bit faster as the thumping in his chest increased. "I don't even know if it's mine."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

The fact that he was awake was a little surprising. She hadn't meant for him to hear those words, but they were honest, and it wasn't as though she would try to take them back.

"It doesn't matter." She said quietly, shrugging. "It doesn't." She looked away, her hand raising to run a finger across her eyes to clear them of water. "Everything's broken. There's no fixing it."

Jamie lowered her face to her hands. Her voice would come off a bit muffled, but she still spoke. "It doesn't matter if it was before. You're still going to be the father of her child." She didn't believe him in the slightest when he said he wasn't sure it was his. That was a phrase used by everyone who accidentally knocked up a girl. "Whether it was supposed to be like this or not, it happened, and there is no room for me in that circle Kurt." What did he expect of her? To live in some kind of strange, twisted love triangle? "I can't be with you while you raise your son or daughter with your ex lover in the next room." She was careful not to use the other term, because she was still unsure of whether or not the two actually considered either of the other to be that.

"Telling me you love me does nothing but make this hurt more. So please just stop." It killed her to say that. She loved hearing him tell her that. But now the phrase was tarnished.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]