She closed the door behind her, folding her hands nervously before coming and sitting on the bed next to him, reaching out and brushing her fingers through his hair.
She also looked upset, her brows drawn and her lips pursed. “I owe you an apology,” she said quietly, not meeting his gaze. “The stuff we told each other was very dependent upon a temporary relationship, and I forced you into a corner with discussion of a permanent one. You don’t have to worry.”
She shrugged, looking listless. “I expected too much from what we said to each other. You told me that you loved me with the assumption that we wouldn’t see each other for another 60-80 years, and I just rushed that timeline ahead. It would make anyone regret their words. We can go back to just being friends”
"I'd love you no matter how long or short it would be. I'm upset because you're assuming I don't want you back here sooner rather than later."
“God, Warner! You don’t get it! My life wasn’t like yours, okay? I couldn’t travel the world and explore and have adventures. I was stuck!” She dropped her hands in frustration. “Why can’t you guys understand that? My life had no meaning to it! It was not a big deal that I died!”
"Then stay alive for your sister," he said. "I just.. It's just sad to think of you dying like that because of me.."
She pressed her lips tightly together. “I would have died like that with or without you, Warner. At least with you, I’d know that there was someone waiting on the other end.”
She exhaled slightly, shaking her head. She stood up, brushing her fingers along the wrinkles in the bedspread. “This is too much to unload on you. I’m sorry. You don’t need to know it. “
