[She held on to him tightly, trying to breathe through the tightness in her chest and the still present threat of tears.]
I didn't want you to. [And it hurt to admit, it hurt to think about, but she couldn't stop. She'd thrown the dress she'd worn in the bottom of her closet where she wouldn't have to see it again.] I knew- [And her voice cracked, so she swallowed before continuing, trying to talk through it.
Maybe it wasn't fair, to say this now, but she wanted to explain, to tell him why she'd done it.] I knew you'd hate me for what I did. I couldn't live with that.
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I didn't want you to. [And it hurt to admit, it hurt to think about, but she couldn't stop. She'd thrown the dress she'd worn in the bottom of her closet where she wouldn't have to see it again.] I knew- [And her voice cracked, so she swallowed before continuing, trying to talk through it.
Maybe it wasn't fair, to say this now, but she wanted to explain, to tell him why she'd done it.] I knew you'd hate me for what I did. I couldn't live with that.