Lorenzo

"Maybe I should," I said finally, my voice a hollow attempt at detachment. "But I'm here now, with you, and that means it's too late to ask me to leave."

Eva's second laughter was laced with bitterness. "You're just playing games with me," she accused, her eyes blazing with hurt and anger. "You enjoy seeing me suffer, don't you?"

I frowned, feeling a pang of guilt as I recognized the weight of my actions. "That's not true," I protested, my words a feeble attempt to undo the damage that had been done.

But her expression remained skeptical, her pain an obvious force that refused to be assuaged.

"Leave me...