I shook my head slowly.
That’s not luw This works.”
“I know that now.”
“Do you?” I asked.
He didn’t answer.
I sat back.
Exhaled.
“I don’t want this,” I said.
That landed.
Hard.
“I don’t want confusion,” I continued. “I don’t want overlap. I don’t want to be in something that already has legal baggage attached to it.”
“It’s not like that”
“It is exactly like that,” I cut in.
Another silence.
Then softer, but firm
“I need a break.
He blinked.
“What?”
“I need distance,” I said.
“From this. From you. From whatever this is becoming.”
“Lydia…”
“No,” I said gently.
Not angry.
Just done.
“I need to think.”
He nodded slowly
“Okay.”
But he didn’t look okay.
“I’m really sorry,” he said again.
“I know,” I replied


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