[She really didn't want to cry again, but it's hard not to give in to the choking swell of emotion, because God, she'd never meant to hurt him, she hadn't wanted to, and she had anyway.
She wanted to explain, but she didn't really know where to start or if he'd even want to hear it, if he'd believe her or not, and right now, standing like this and holding onto him was enough. Maybe she'd have time to talk to him about it now and he'd listen, even though she still didn't know why. Was this like one of the floods people had warned her about? And if it was, what was that going to mean for them when it was over?]
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She wanted to explain, but she didn't really know where to start or if he'd even want to hear it, if he'd believe her or not, and right now, standing like this and holding onto him was enough. Maybe she'd have time to talk to him about it now and he'd listen, even though she still didn't know why. Was this like one of the floods people had warned her about? And if it was, what was that going to mean for them when it was over?]
I've missed you, too.