I stared at him through my blurred eyes, but if it was impossible to speak before, there was no way I was attempting to now, so, I said nothing. Puckering my lips because I could already feel them tremble, I shook my head and looked away.
“I'm sure you've heard the saying, Nicolas." He handed me a box of tissue, and I took it, feeling beyond annoyed with myself. “'Tis better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.'"
I nodded, swatting a tear away with the tissue when he paused. Of course I'd heard the f*****g saying. But if he was going to try to feed me this highly debatable theory as fact, things were about to get heated. My mangled heart would have plenty to say about that. There was a tug at the corner of his lip when I glanced up at him and refrained from glaring.
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