“Please ” I whispered. “Please come back.” There was no one there to hear me.”
“Please come back to me, Alex. Please. I love you too much to lose you.”
“Please," I whisper. "Please don't make do this. Don't make me choose.”
“I would prefer not to throw myself on a funeral pyre. Please come back to me.”
“Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away”
“Don't come back, if you do I'll be counting down the days even though I know you'll leave all over again. So please do this one thing for me and don't come back...”