I DON'T WANT YOU TO GET HURT

"I want to talk about something," Emily said in a small voice, she looked at Eros nervously, as she fiddled with her fingers.

"What do you want to talk about?" Eros put down the tea cup.

This room was so big when they were little, when they first occupied this room, but right now, this was a narrow space, where they slept together, even before he saw Emily as a woman.

They had been together for more than a decade and during that time, they only had each other to lean on.

"I want to ask about your decision." Emily had been thinking about it really hard and she couldn't shake this feeling off.

Eros took her to sit down on the couch, this was the couch that he used to sleep in when he was little, but right now, he wouldn't be able to curl his body here.