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"Before we begin this dance of who's doing what in their life, I have to know: Is there any point to keeping the small flicker of hope alive?" she asked.

"I am dating someone," he said.

With that she picked up her purse and grabbed her cup of coffee.

"Thank you," was all she said as she walked passed him.

"Are you OK?" The look on his face told her he was torn. Should he comfort her like the good guy he was? Should he just let her walk away so as not to mislead her?

"For once in your life, could just please be an asshole," she begged. "Just tell me I'm fat. Tell me I'm stupid. Tell me I'm ugly. Tell me no matter how many time I apologize for what I did that you'll never forgive me.

"God, tell me I'm half the woman your ex was. Tell me the new girl gets your sense of humor and that's why you love her. Just please, please give me something to hold on to. Something I can tell myself at night when I cry myself to sleep. Something I can use to smother the feelings that burn in my chest when I think about you. Just anything to make the pain go away. Anything to console myself. Anything so I can forget what I lost."

And he just stared at her, with the same look on his face, unsure of what to do or say.