"You fell again." He whispered, with words full of angst.
"I didn't!" Screaming pain coming from my guts, tears painting my pale face.
"You think about it, costantly." He stopped, then grunted. "Don't play pretend with me."
I blanked, looking at my own thumbs playing with each other, eagerly.
"I-... I'm sorry."
He grabbed my hands, kissing them.
"I'm with you, always. I know, it's difficult; so difficult it's hard to breathe." He bit his lips. "I'm not asking you a promise, I'm asking you to try, to fight it."
I stared at him, numbness in my heart.
"And I don't care if you relapse. Just try, okay?"
One last time tears escaped my eyes, going down to my upper lip.
"Okay."
He kissed my hands, wrists, neck.
We made love that night.

"I'll try."

- Extract from a book I'll never write #3

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