"Jeremy, don't leave me." Still in her drunken stupor, Madeline’s eyes were half-open and full of reluctance.

Jeremy held her hand. Madeline's small pink face was reflected in his amber pupils.

He promised softly, "I’m not going to leave you."

"You are." Madeline's eyes were hot. "You’ll leave me. You will..."

Jeremy was taken aback for a moment and suddenly did not know how he should respond.

Yes, it was true. He was going to leave her. At most, he had two years to stay with her and the ch