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Then fine. If you still want to go, I told you, I won’t get mad. But I want to know what you mean when you said you don’t like being around me. Because I like being around you, and we aren’t leaving like that. She stuck to it.

They were talking this out. He had an issue with her he was still refusing to talk about, and maybe it was all him, but she could feel it between them and she wasn’t about to let it wedge it’s way further. He could leave, but she was going to make damn sure he wanted to come back and at least visit a little more often. Right now, if she let him go, it felt like it would be another year of silence. She didn’t think she could stand that.

I don’t dictate how you feel. You said it. I want to know why.