Jade Fern Grove the ache and pull of despair

He was perplexed by her response-- it was not at all what he would have expected, and given her reaction to him for months, he almost wondered if she truly meant it. "I can't do this, Bazi," he spoke then, his tone weary, but serious. His eyes remained riveted upon her, a frown furrowing at his brows. "You've recoiled from my touch since before the Nova Peak fire. I tell you I love you and I'm met with silence." He shook his head then, withholding a sardonic snort. "I'm not doing this anymore. I can't just be here for you when you one day decide it's convenient for you once more. That's not what I'm looking for in a mateship."
 
He stood, pushing himself closer to her, forcing himself in to her space. This was not a gentle discussion, and would not be treated as such. "If you want to be together -- let's be together. But I'm not doing this back and forth bullshit any longer." If she wanted to work at it -- he sure as hell would. He would try to love her again.. for the sake of her, and for his children. But this was the final straw -- this was the moment of decision.