"Give me one single reason why I shouldn't leave!"

"Because your sister needs you. Your mother needs you." I take a deep breath. "I need you."

I look up at him and his conflicted eyes. There is a war beneath that expression. A war that has broke him, plagued him, hurt him. And every second of every minute of every hour of every day is a battle inside him. But he doesn't have to fighting alone any longer. I'd go to hell and back for him, and then some.

"You have always been there for me. Always. My life has been hell in the past year and you always stood by my side. Even when I wanted to leave and shut myself out from my problems and you. I owe you every happiness I have and every happiness I will have. But now you are facing some really bad stuff and there is no way that I would desert you. It's my turn to help you."

"I don't deserve you," he says after a moment, not quite meeting my eyes.

"It doesn't matter," I answer, "I love you. I care about you. That's all what matters to me."

He looks up at me. He steps towards me, reaching out a hand to touch my cheek. He pulls me close to him and I relax in his arms, resting my head on his chest.

"I love you too." He murmurs.