"I know that look isn't real. It's a practised icy stare that you've spent many hours perfecting. I know how you really feel. You could never hate me the way that look implies you do. But right now I need to believe that look is real. 'I will be okay,' you whisper, 'so say what you need.' I swallow hard. My ears are ringing. My mouth is dry. I know what I want. What I need. I just have to say it. What I need is too much to ask. What I need is something I shouldn't ask of anyone. I need..."