I find it hard to stay with the words you say (I don't love you sequel)

Just as I place my hand on the door handle, I feel something grab my leg. I look down and see a pair of beautiful, browny green eyes, full of sadness and despair, staring up at me, holding back tears. As one manages to escape his beautiful eyes and slowly roll its way down his soft, pale skin, I drop to my knees, head...