"What I want is what I was promised, to be given the chance to make my own mind up, and not have my hand forced." Allison answered, bitterly, and she rested her forehead against the bars, watching the floor.
"I do." She said, after a long pause. What would be the point in denying it? He'd always be able to tell. "Because we love each other. And we always will. Our relationship? It isn't that. It isn't supposed to be that. But would I be here with you, right now, if it was as simple as that?" It was the most painful decision she'd ever had to make - she was sure he had no idea how much it tore her apart every time she was forced to think about it.
"You didn't answer me - would it matter if we had been?"