Your Third Choice Was My Last
Language: en
When Chester and I first got together, he made me a promise. He said that as long as I never brought up breaking up during our fights, I could act out as much as I wanted. I could test him, push his buttons, and he’d never walk away. Once, in a fit of rage, I tore up an expensive piece of art he’d painstakingly collected. He just stood there, watching me with a soft smile. "It’s fine, Nicola," he said. "I can always commission another one." Another time, I took apart a massive, intricate Lego set he’d spent weeks building, piece by piece. All he did was sigh with gentle resignation. "If…