"Magnanimous? Really?"

Timothy let out a helpless laugh. "I can't be magnanimous."

Love is selfish.

He could only accept a world where, in her heart, there was room for him and him

alone.

Anyone else was unbearable.

"Don't you get it? It's this attitude of yours that pushed her further and further

away. Even Yates understands this-you're the only one who doesn't."

He understood.

He wanted to change.

But he couldn't.

He couldn't stand to see someone else in her eyes.

Couldn't stand to see her smile at anyone else.

Couldn't, couldn't, couldn't...

Too many things he couldn't do.

Timothy's voice was hoarse as he asked, "I know, but I can't help it. Vince, tell me

do? What will bring

Vince's name so softly, so painfully,

Vince's answer was firm, merciless. "She's not

"Let her go."

and Jessica won't have to

if you don't want him, I can talk to Jessy. She can bring Henry to live with her,

Our family will

Jessica who taught him that family could

your dream, not Jessy's. Even now, you still don't see it? It's too late. She's not

of ice water, drenching Timothy

finally waking

how late he came home, she'd always be there, eyes bright

the

was very

no

home, and he didn't

day. No matter how he coaxed, she didn't return

she would never

the one who broke his own family, piece

trampled her love, took it for

him for seven years. Seven years, and not a day

wonder she said she'd only give him seven

a long time ago there'd

swollen, weary face was etched

turned away, unwilling to look at

Timothy-not at the

days were numbered.

a donor, if

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