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And because of him, she was going to get hurt.
Because he had liked playing fast and loose, Pippi was going to get hurt.
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually.
It was only a matter of time - unless he took matters into his own hands and cut her out of his life for good.
The thought of putting a permanent end between them made him feel sick. He didn't want to lose her. He wasn't ready to be free of her. And yet - weren't his actions in the past few weeks already tantamount to breaking up with her?
He had stopped sleeping at her place, stopped calling or talking to her. He had, in not so many words, made it clear that they were over -
And that was how it should be, Acheron told himself savagely.
It was better this way. Having him hurt her would be nothing compared to how the others could and would attack her - and he had a feeling it would be even worse than what Millicent had suffered.
If he really wanted what was best for her, he should simply make a quick, clean break of it.
He should simply tell her it was over.
It was the only thing to do.
And yet—-
Soon,he thought.
He would do the right thing soon.
Not now, not just yet, but soon.
Because even if he no longer let himself see her, no longer let himself hear her, the thought - the sheer possibility that Pippi might still think of herself as his...
It was the only thing that kept him going these days, and he needed it like he needed air to breathe.
So soon...but not just yet.
Soon.
He just wanted, needed a little bit more time, even if it only meant having the right to remember how things used to be.
Soon.
But life refused to cooperate, and the end came sooner than Acheron expected, and it was so much worse than he could have ever foreseen.
