She finally looks at him, and her chin wobbles. "I- I don't know why, but you're the only one-" Her breath caught, and she shook her head slightly. "It was important, and I'm sorry- I'm sorry you found it now, if--"
Pausing, because it's oddly difficult, she had to gather herself so she could continue. "Everybody kept saying that I would be fine, that everything was fine, but- I know. I know what- I know what it feels like, and when it was- if they hadn't come-"
She has to pause, to find words where there are none.
"I'm sorry I... put that... on you." It's all she can think to say, even though she's not, but she is. "I didn't know what else to do," she says quietly. She just... didn't. She still doesn't. Her words make no sense because she doesn't know what to say. I would have died. She would have, but she didn't. Again, she didn't. But she so, so would have, and that's why she wrote it.
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Pausing, because it's oddly difficult, she had to gather herself so she could continue. "Everybody kept saying that I would be fine, that everything was fine, but- I know. I know what- I know what it feels like, and when it was- if they hadn't come-"
She has to pause, to find words where there are none.
"I'm sorry I... put that... on you." It's all she can think to say, even though she's not, but she is. "I didn't know what else to do," she says quietly. She just... didn't. She still doesn't. Her words make no sense because she doesn't know what to say. I would have died. She would have, but she didn't. Again, she didn't. But she so, so would have, and that's why she wrote it.