[ She looks at him for a long moment, silent and forgetting the club around them. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the days she's spent feeling like shit for doing what she kept telling herself was "right". Maybe it was both and the combination was just too much. His words may not have been a love confession but they hit her right in her heart. The realization of what she's done to him, trying so hard to protect herself that she didn't consider how it would hurt him, assumed it wouldn't. Guys are guys, after all.
But he keeps coming back, time and again.
The water blurs her vision, the blue of her eyes standing out more somehow. ]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you.
[ She has to look away as she can feel the tears wanting to push beyond her lids. (How much has she wished she could hear those words said to her?) ]
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But he keeps coming back, time and again.
The water blurs her vision, the blue of her eyes standing out more somehow. ]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you.
[ She has to look away as she can feel the tears wanting to push beyond her lids. (How much has she wished she could hear those words said to her?) ]