This is horrible. This is entirely horrible. A thought which circles around his head until he finds himself just wanting her to stop. Wanting this to end. Which is exactly what she wants too. She's already told him what to do to end this. In the end, it's the only thing he can give her.

His hands curl up and he pulls them into himself. When she stop to look at him, pleading with her eyes, she catches his gaze and he just... stares at her. Then, slowly, his eyes slide downwards, his jaw trembling as he struggles to breathe.

Just. Say. The words.

"I... I... don't... love you."