She sighed and pulled away from him, taking her hood off her head. "Oh. I see. I, uh... Do you mind if I ask why you want to break up? Like, was it something I did?"
"No, Francis, I understand," she said, moving to pry his hands away. "Since you obviously don't love me anymore. It's okay, really."
She grinned and turned her head towards him, although she kept trying to move away. "Craw, it's okay," she teased. "You don't need to keep up this charade. You don't need to pretend to love me."
"Francis, please," she said with a sigh full of mock despair. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be. It's like you want me to stay or something."
"Yes, and it's holding a person who I love who doesn't love me back, Francis!" she replied, going to stand up. "You can keep the apartment."
She grinned and turned to face him before pulling him back down onto the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Hm. Promise?"
