You did this.

They weren't perfect, and the cracks were beginning to show.
And when she finally asked him to end it, he knew he couldn't say no; not this time.

~

"Do you still love me?" She asked at length.

"No," He knew he had to say it, but it still hurt.

"Promise?" Why does she have to make sure? Why does she make me lie to her like this? And though it killed him to say it, he had no choice.

"...Yes."

"Thank you," she exhaled deeply, and put her arms around him. He let her hold him for the last time as he tried to swallow down the painful lump burning in his throat.

"I'll miss you," she whispered to him, and his fingers turned numb as her voice crept about his skin.

He tried to kiss her, but she pulled away, and the plaintive look in her eyes told him not to force it.

"Don't," she told him. "Please just don't." So he buried his face in her hair and smelled her familiar scent one last time, and he heard her breathing turning shaky.

"Goodbye," he said, and she smiled weakly.

"Goodbye."

~

He could have pulled her back then, and told her she was making a mistake. But he was the mistake, and he couldn't lie to her anymore.