"Joe, I'm sorry. Please let me go."
Another moment of silence settled over them. Even Cassandra, who had come specifically to ask for this favor, knew this would be a tough conversation. After all, she and Jonathan had been seeing each other for almost a year.
They had good days — days they wished would never end. Days when everything was peaceful, full of love, and when, in their eyes, nothing mattered but each other's existence.
Even though Cassandra had to admit she hadn't fully committed, and even if she suspected that Jonathan simply needed her family's support, she wanted to believe that, at one point, they had genuinely loved each other. Or at least, they thought they had.
Jonathan stared at her before lowering his gaze. "Is that what you want?"
"..." She didn't answer, but her silence said enough.
"Why did it have to be me?" he asked again, lifting his eyes to meet hers. Still, she didn't answer, and once again, her silence was enough. "Your family wouldn't let you?"
