He reached across the table, hand reluctantly covering hers that resided over the cube. “You asked me earlier about why I cared if you eat and though I’m not entirely sure, I know for whatever reason, I-I like you…and I’m willing to change; for you…if you only allow me to. We started off on the wrong foot, the wrong everything for that matter, but we can start over, can’t we? I don’t want to be like my dad, I’m going to choose you and let go of Beatrice if I have to.”
“W-What?”
“I know you heard what I said, Delilah…if I say it again, I might die…so please think about it and give me a chance to redeem myself.”
Delilah quickly pulled her hand from beneath his and the cube fell in the process, rolling somewhere beneath the table. She didn’t pick it up, instead she pushed her chair back
