"When I'm with you, I feel like nothing is missing from my life." Her words are so soft that I can just about make them out. "What are your thoughts?" She heaves a breath as her shoulders tremble. "What are your thoughts on whether or not I should end things with him?"
I force a coughing fit and draw her delicate frame closer to my own. Then, in a hushed voice, I say, "Not quite yet."
Her body gradually releases some of the stress.
Because of this, I'm going to spend eternity in hell.