I lied about something else. I always kept up with you, what you were doing.
[She sighs.]
I'm terrible at this. At handling any of this. I'm so used to not handling it.
[It's hard to admit that, as much as she deserved them, some of her harsher words got through. But now she could admit that there were feelings running deeper, feelings she'd have gladly ignored for the rest of her natural life if she could.
But he's here. And she needs him now, more than ever. Which is why she's fighting herself, not making sense, trying so hard to push him away for good while at the same time protesting because she needs him.]
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I lied about something else. I always kept up with you, what you were doing.
[She sighs.]
I'm terrible at this. At handling any of this. I'm so used to not handling it.
[It's hard to admit that, as much as she deserved them, some of her harsher words got through. But now she could admit that there were feelings running deeper, feelings she'd have gladly ignored for the rest of her natural life if she could.
But he's here. And she needs him now, more than ever. Which is why she's fighting herself, not making sense, trying so hard to push him away for good while at the same time protesting because she needs him.]