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"Val, please.. I was happy with you. Even if I feel bad now, I wouldn't want to give up the memories." *** "You're a drama queen."
She pursed her lips, standing up and turning off the heat. A small smirk crossed her face as she glanced at him.
He blinked, setting down the tray and taking off oven mitts. "What did I do?"
He frowned. "It's okay.. It was my choice to help." *** "You'll be fine."
She leaned over to kiss his cheek, her expression content. "Yeah.. Yeah."
He came back down a few minutes later, wearing pajamas. He went to the oven, and pulled out warm cinnamon rolls.
He seemed hesitant to answer. "It, uh.. It hurts pretty bad." *** "Well.. I'm gonna pull it all off at once, okay?"
She was quiet, before nodding slowly. "Yeah."
He stepped back, before heading up to change.
He coughed, his hand going to his side as he winced. "It's.. It's fine." *** "But you're the one I love!"
She rested her head on her hand. "Just gonna miss old times."
He sighed. "It's okay, Val." *** "But.. But then who will I love?"
He kissed her cheek. "That would be great."
She hesitated, nodding slightly. "Yeah.. Old times."
"It's.. It's okay. Don't worry about it." *** "Sorry babe."
He smiled slightly. "Guess not."
"Yeah. Just us."
"Too different. I know. You told me." *** "Yes I did."
He hesitated. "Maybe in a little bit."
"No I didn't," he said quietly. "We broke up. I didn't want that.." *** "You're the one who brought out the tape."
