[ What he wants, matters. His happiness matters. Him not being hurt... matters. What she wants is all of these things.
While there is no uncertainty in her voice as she answers, there is great grief for causing exactly opposite of this. Her words tumble past her lips: ] I want you to be happy. I don’t want to hurt you.
[ These are things she’s said before to him, even within the past month. Repetition doesn’t make her wants true, though, as is the case before her. However, this isn’t what.... he’s asking for her answer. What does she, herself, want?
She wants to be with him still. But what right does she have when she’s caused this? Unable to stop the treacherous, hideous words from spilling, she whispers, ] I want to be with you.
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While there is no uncertainty in her voice as she answers, there is great grief for causing exactly opposite of this. Her words tumble past her lips: ] I want you to be happy. I don’t want to hurt you.
[ These are things she’s said before to him, even within the past month. Repetition doesn’t make her wants true, though, as is the case before her. However, this isn’t what.... he’s asking for her answer. What does she, herself, want?
She wants to be with him still. But what
right does she have when she’s caused this? Unable to stop the treacherous, hideous words from spilling, she whispers, ] I want to be with you.