ending to a wasted love story...

This is an ending to a love story I wrote, though I can't find the rest of it. I think it's fairly self-explanitory.

"This is the point in the story where it can go so many ways, depending on the choices each of them make. The first and primary choice is his. He can stay, watch her go, or he can follow her. Considering his options, he follows her, because he knows that’s the choice that will make things clearer for the both of them. He raced down the stairs and caught her wrist. He did something she didn’t expect. He told her that he loved, always had and always will. When she first met him, she wrote that she knew she would get hurt, but she loved him so much, she would accept it, she had to. For her, it was one of those moments where you have to choose between what you want and what you need. Every time she imagined this scenario, she told him she loved him. She told him that they could start again, and she was his. And they were happy, happily ever after. However, there is a certain amount of pain prescribed to each relationship by the other-worldly beings that control our hearts, and it’s only when that amount of pain in exasperated that we realise that love will not fix us. And so she said something she never thought she would say; she said that she loved him but that he, and their precarious relationship had hurt her too much to recover. She said she would always love him, but asked him never to say he loved her. She said this without her voice trembling. She said it without stuttering. She said it with tears in her eyes that hurt so much in the freezing night air. And she turned away, and she left."