"Look at me. Please" Shiela whispered.
Nigel shook his head ever so lighty. "You know I can't. I made my choice," his voice cracking. "If I look I'll get lost again. You always do this."
He stood. "Not again, I'm done. I won't let you pull me back." His trembling hands betraying his confident words. "I saw what you are, you pull people in and use them until they break. You almost broke me. Not anymore, I'm leaving." Nigel turned away fully, "Goodbye."
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