I hated seeing her cry. Knowing it was my fault immediately made me hate myself, not that I didn't already. I needed to hear her voice, know she was really here.
Some part of me registered the fact that I'd sat down, and that I had touched her, if briefly. I had said, "Tell me."
She met my gaze, looking terrified. She closed her eyes firmly, as if she was living a nightmare. Maybe she was.
"I know I hurt you, and I'm sorry," she whispered, looking anywhere but at me. "I thought it would be better that way, you had your whole life ahead of you and I couldn't take that away because of my stupid mistake - " she stops.
"Never say that. It is not your fault. Accept it, because it's mine. You only took my life when you left." I am not lying.
I realise that I have pinned her to the wall, but worse, she isn't struggling. I immediately release my hold. What right would I ever have to hold her captive?
She didn't seem to care. She leaned pasulong and kissed me with surprising force. I was paralysed for what felt like am eternity before I kissed her back.