Every word he spoke was breaking her heart more and more. Why did he have to be so perfect, and wonderful? She stared at the flowers in his hands but couldn’t bring herself to take them. Mary refused to meet his eyes, “Damian.” she said quietly but he kept talking and then he kissed her and that almost broke her. “Damian stop.” she said a little louder because she had a horrible gut-wrenching feeling where this was going and she had to stop him now before he said it or she would never be able to. “Damian, I’m sorry but this isn’t working.”
“You shouldn’t be so sad— wait, what?” Damian cocked his head to the side and furrowed his eyebrows together, dropping his hand to the side and gripping the flowers very tightly. “Mary, what do you mean? I don’t…” He trailed off, shaking his head, “Did… Did I do something wrong? But. But Mary, I didn’t… But I love you.” He said, voice strained with sadness and disbelief— he was sure he looked completely pathetic.
Mary shook her head rapidly. “No. No, of course not. No, Damian you’re perfect. You’re everything I should want. You absolutely perfect but I just can’t be that girl you need. I can’t love you. I want to. So much. But I can’t and I’m sorry, you have no idea how sorry I truly am.” she told him trying very hear to keep her voice from breaking.