And if I tried to drive you away, with hurtful words and drugs and prostitutes, you still wouldn't leave me. You told me that once.

If I get locked up for a year, you still won't leave me.

I've kissed women, and you've forgiven me. I've tortured and tried to kill and been cursed and tried to deny you your son, and you still won't leave me.

Don't deserve you.

He leans in once more, to press their lips together lightly. And then murmur against them, 'I won't touch her. For you.'

Inside, part of him curls up and screams. But it has to be done. He's not losing his lover, he's just not.