The sensible part of him says that they're on a gondola. He can't promise to stay. He can't even promise to come back. She would move on. She must be used to saying goodbye already.
But another part of him says that it hurts. It hurts to see her like this and he doesn't care that they're on a boat, or that they could fall into the water, and that he can't make promises he won't be able to keep.
He wavers, but then he takes her by the elbow and pulls her down and into his arms. He takes a shaky breath as he holds her tight, "I swear, I won't forget about you. I swear it to you. For as long as I live, I--"
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The sensible part of him says that they're on a gondola. He can't promise to stay. He can't even promise to come back. She would move on. She must be used to saying goodbye already.
But another part of him says that it hurts. It hurts to see her like this and he doesn't care that they're on a boat, or that they could fall into the water, and that he can't make promises he won't be able to keep.
He wavers, but then he takes her by the elbow and pulls her down and into his arms. He takes a shaky breath as he holds her tight, "I swear, I won't forget about you. I swear it to you. For as long as I live, I--"