“Tell me it isn’t true,” he says. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me I’m blind. Tell me you love me.” My heart won’t stop screaming as it breaks in half. I can’t lie to him. “I don’t—I don’t know how to understand what I feel,” I try to explain. “Please,” he whispers. “Please just go—” “Aaron, please understand—I thought I knew what love was before and I was wrong—I don’t want to make that mistake again—” “Please”—he’s begging now—“for the love of God, Juliette, I have lost my dignity—”








