Goodbye, Christian," I murmur." Ana, goodbye," he says softly, and he looks utterly, utterly broken, a man in agonizing pain, reflecting how I feel inside. I tear my gaze away from him before I can change my mind and try to comfort him. The elevator doors close, and it whisks me down to the bowels of the basement and to my own personal hell.
— E.L. James
Fifty Shades of Grey
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