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She went back to her room, closing the door shut and taking off his sweater, going to change into her pajamas. She sniffled and held his sweater...
He frowned, looking more confused. “I really don’t understand this.”
She had tears in her eyes and she shook her head, leaving the room at closing the door behind her.
“Oh. Do I need practice?”
“Don’t worry,” she shot back. “You don’t have to deal with it anymore.”
“Practice... what?”
“Well, you don’t have to worry,” she shot back fiercely. She headed towards the door. “I won’t bother you with this commitment. Okay? You’re off...
“It is,” he confirmed. “I’m just not used to it.”
Tears were now falling down her face and she stood up suddenly. “I get that... you didn’t expect me to be around for very long, and so saying...
“I guess so.”
There was a small pause before she turned to look at him and her expression was one of such profound, startling hurt, her brows furrowed. “I...
"What are we doing?"
"Hi," he said quietly.
Tears had managed to spill over her eyelashes and she wiped them away angrily, pulling away from him. "I'm not going to forget you, Warner," she...
It was rapid under her hand, thudding against her palm.
"Well, then I'll see her through college. She's in her last year of middle school now, that's only five more years," she said almost desperately.
He kissed her back, his heart being quickly.
She scoffed slightly, but he would see tears in her eyes. "Right, my family. Are you referring to my alcoholic dad or my deadbeat mother?"
"It does," he replied quietly. "Thank you."
"Not by much," she insisted. "And besides... I mean... God, Warner. You've seen my life. What do I have to live for?"
