ππΆππππΎππ πΉπππ·ππ (brightlight) wrote in irreparable,
"I know." Stephen said, then gulped from his glass. "I'm really sorry, Laur." He added, leaning back in his chair. "It's all really, really hard. But we have to live our lives, don't we? We have to move on, don't we?" He asked, as if he was trying to convince himself.