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She frowned, looking visibly upset. "Please."
He fell silent, but she would be able to see that he was conflicted, his head resting on his pillow.
She squinted at him, looking incredulous. "What do you think?"
"It's been a year, Aspen. A year without you. I have spent that year trying to figure out what love is, trying to understand how I could have been...
She shifted uncomfortably, folding her arms and not meeting his gaze. "I wanted to talk to you," she said quietly.
"You left," he said severely. "I don't even know that you loved me before you left, but you left, so you didn't love me then. Now a year has...
Addie knocked on the doorframe of the barn. "Hey."
"You don't love me," he said immediately. "You don't love me still."
(Yoop!)
He frowned, looking down for a moment. "Huh. I don't like that."
She left the room, closing the door behind her.
"They're not so bad anymore," he said quietly. "It's better if I talk to them."
She came out a few minutes, wearing her clothes from the day before. She looked genuinely sad, her brows furrowed. "Bye, Warner," she said...
"Yeah. The terrors. They wake me up when I sleep."
She exhaled slowly, looking down at her tightly folded hands. After a moment, she slipped out of the bed, picking up her clothes and heading to...
"What they call me..." he mused. "No. I don't talk to anyone except the terrors."
She sat up slowly, his shirt hanging off her frame as she watched him, looking sadly resigned. "I warned you, Warner," she said after a moment....
"It's not their fault. They just have to be cautious."
She froze, looking up at him slowly, looking crestfallen. "...but you said..."
"Not to outsiders."
