I... [How does she even respond? She has so many things she could say, so many things she would be justified in saying, but it all comes to her in a jumble. A tangled mess of emotions.
She can feel his touch, his fingers running through her hair. There's something oddly intoxicating about it, yet calming. She raises her head to look at him, tears in her eyes.]
I'm not... sick, I was upset because you left. You're not doing that again. [A desperate please hangs in the air.]
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She can feel his touch, his fingers running through her hair. There's something oddly intoxicating about it, yet calming. She raises her head to look at him, tears in her eyes.]
I'm not... sick, I was upset because you left. You're not doing that again. [A desperate please hangs in the air.]
I missed you.