He offered it to me. Said it with passion hope and fear. Like it was his last option. But he couldn't do it without me. If I held him here the fire from within would distroy him, in time. He asked me to run away with him as his last hope. But the problem was. I wasn't him. I needed school. I needed the classes. I needed everything here. But he didn't he needed to go away. And I needed to stay. And he knew. So he would stay to. But it would destroy him we both knew that.
I have nothing to go on period. You have made this an impossible situation for me because you insist on acting like a pampered princess expecting me to somehow read whatever the hell you want me to do in a language that is utterly foreign to me. You can't expect anything more from me than I have already given and I am more than within my rights to demand something from you