"We can have an amazing-" Gwen began.

"No. There is no we." He sighed. "There never really was," he said sadly.

They sat looking at each other across the table. Gwen was struggling not to cry. She knew Kyle would leave at the first tear.

The question that haunted Kyle surged to the surface of his mind once more. His frustration flared and he gripped the edges of the table with white knuckles. He leaned forward, staring directly into her eyes to hold her complete attention. "You invested so much time and effort into making me exactly what you wanted. What the fuck was missing that you couldn't live without?"...