He can't help being set in this. He's tried--made actual earnest efforts, the way he makes earnest efforts at everything--to let her go; to imagine himself being happy with someone else.
But who else could there ever be?
"I can't help it," he half-laughs, tight and choked, against the door, still kneeling where he's slumped. "I know how I feel."
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Date: 2014-04-21 07:37 am (UTC)But who else could there ever be?
"I can't help it," he half-laughs, tight and choked, against the door, still kneeling where he's slumped. "I know how I feel."