Whitefish River and here we go, life's waiting to begin

He breaks further, allowing the tears to spill down his cheeks at the sight of Ira’s—it is so heartbreaking. How awful a person he’d been to her, and he couldn’t do anything—couldn’t beg for forgiveness when it wasn’t deserved. She’s done so much for him, and all he did was break her heart and spit in the wound.
No! He rushes out, a cry on his lips. Evergreen wanted that more than anything, but he knows it is wrong, knows she is sacrificing herself again and he can’t let that happen. Ira, please. I don’t… I wanted that, and still do, but your feelings matter more—I don’t… I don’t want you to sacrifice more for me, for us.
It’s… It’s unfair, a-and I don’t want anyone to be uncomfortable.