I don't want to leave Ethan. We love each other, and I thought we could go on forever, but if we stay together, it might be torture for him.
For several days in a row, I've been immersed in a painful atmosphere. Noticing my low spirits lately, Ethan mysteriously took me to the beach.
He gently held my hand, his movements tender, as if afraid to cause me even the slightest harm. "When you're feeling down, just shout it out to the ocean. Let out your troubles, don't keep them bottled up inside, okay?"
Seeing me in my thin sundress, he didn't hesitate to drape his jacket over my shoulders.
Feeling the pleasant scent wafting around my nose, it made me, already in agony, even more hesitant...
Following the contours of his handsome face just inches away, I let out a heavy sigh. "Ethan, I... I think we should break up."
I've been thinking about this for days, considering all the possibilities. But every time he's kind to me, my guilt only grows deeper...