"Actually..." He moves to set the ring down in the middle of the table, not willing to take it. But she deserves to know the truth. "It was my mother's, and she left it to me. I want you to have it," he says, having decided that long ago, even knowing he might not have more with her than this winter.
He doesn't sit though, pacing a bit.
"She would want you to have it as well. She'd have liked you, Aleja, and it will just sit in a chest forever. So please? Keep it?"
Because then, at least, she'll have a bit of him there and he can think about that, about how she played with it, about how much this winter meant to him.
"Does this mean you're planning to leave ... soon?" He can't ask if she's planning to leave him. Just that she's planning to leave. "It... it may be too soon," he says, knowing he's trying and she's likely to see right through it.
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Date: 2018-12-29 05:57 am (UTC)He doesn't sit though, pacing a bit.
"She would want you to have it as well. She'd have liked you, Aleja, and it will just sit in a chest forever. So please? Keep it?"
Because then, at least, she'll have a bit of him there and he can think about that, about how she played with it, about how much this winter meant to him.
"Does this mean you're planning to leave ... soon?" He can't ask if she's planning to leave him. Just that she's planning to leave. "It... it may be too soon," he says, knowing he's trying and she's likely to see right through it.