“Say it.” she said, playfully.
“No.” he said, curtly.
“Oh come on, you know you want to…” The playful tone was
still there, just.
“Look, I’m not going to say it!”
The pause that followed had a very quick drop in temperature.
“Why not? I’ve said it over and over again but you have
never said it once, why won’t you tell me you love me?”
“Because whenever I have, something horrible has happened.”
Another pause, this one more consistent in temperature.
“Nothing bad will happen, I promise.”
Silence.
“I love you.”
More silence.
The bad happened a week later.
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