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On that sun-kissed afternoon, we stood face to face upon the ancient bridge, its timeworn stones echoing our unspoken words. The river flowed gently beneath us, a silent witness to our fragile hearts.

“Do you pity me?” My voice trembled, eyes brimming with vulnerability. “Is that why you date me?”

His gaze hardened, frustration etching lines upon his brow. “Enough,” he snapped. “I’m going to get mad.”

But I couldn’t relent. “Pull yourself together,” I implored. “We can’t do this. Let’s just… let’s just pull ourselves together!”

His reply was a whisper carried away by the breeze. “I can’t do that,” he confessed, eyes shadowed with sorrow. “I can’t do that without you.”

“Why didn’t you think about me?” He demanded, his anger rising. “What about my feelings? Do I pity you?”

His voice dropped a fragile thread. “No!” he confessed. “I just love you. I just love you!.”