[She has far too much to give, and he will feel every one of those emotions—anger, guilt, regret, worry, and then more anger—behind the fierce yet somehow gentle way that she kisses him. Her forehead presses to his when he speaks, one hand cradling his cheek while the other moves to grab hold of his left arm.]
No.
[He needn't be that way with her.
And as her fingers graze over the crystal, she fights a sob.]
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No.
[He needn't be that way with her.
And as her fingers graze over the crystal, she fights a sob.]
I am sorry that I was not here sooner.