THIS IS NOT MY WORK!!
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"Rose. Please stop. Please stay away." He was working hard to stay calm
I shot up, now as angry and frustrated as him. I had a feeling if i stayed, we'd both snap. In an undertone, I murmured, "This isn't over. I won't give up on you."
"I've дана up on you," he сказал(-а) back, voice also soft. "Love fades. Mine has."

I stared at him in disbelief. All this time, he'd never phrased it like that. His protests had always been about some greater good, about the remorse he felt over being a monster или how it had scarred him from love. I've дана up on you. Любовь fades. Mine has....