Well, little one, I don't want to admit to something

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Steve has to face the facts. He has to go home. To the woman that loves him, the woman that's been there for him this whole time. The woman that's never doubted him in his life. The only woman that he's ever loved. He takes a towel from the rack beside the door of the bathroom, rubbing his face with it and putting it in the hamper beside the sink. He takes a deep breath and opens the door of the bathroom and makes his way slowly to the door to leave the bedroom, not caring about his clothes that he's leaving. He has his shirt and pair of pants on so he just runs his hand through his hair as he takes his keys from the night stand beside the bed. He's not even going to tell her goodbye, not yet. He can't. He doesn't want to admit anything to her yet. Steve goes from the bedroom and then down the stairs to the front door in the kitchen. There's a pen and a piece of paper on the counter and he picks it up and writes her a note.

'I'm sorry... I have to go for the night. I'll talk to you in a little while. I don't know when I'll be back but just know that I—'

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