Hushed Willows My girl don't want me cause of my dirty laundry

I - She took in a breath and tried to steady herself, tried to bring herself back to here and now. I'm not trying to hurt you, either. And I - I meant it, when I said I won't go so far again.

Gilded eyes searched for the dark gaze Reverie had come to love so much. I know you're scared. I - I never meant to scare you, or hurt you, and I'm sorry. I guess I just - She hesitated, struggling to find the right words. Maybe it's stupid, but I don't - I don't really know how relationships are supposed to - work. I don't know what you... need from me, really. And I know you aren't - him, but he - he was the only one, before you. I spent so long trying to figure out what he needed - and when I finally asked, he -

Her voice broke again, and fell to a near-whisper. He told me that he needed to be away from me.

Her gaze dropped. I guess I just thought - if I spent too much time with you, then - Then you would need to be away from me, too. Reverie swallowed hard, and her eyes flicked back up, something panicked and frantic brewing in them now. I can't - I can't lose you. I love you - I love you so much that it - it scares me, because I - I always ruin everything when I love someone too much. And maybe she'd already done it again; maybe Boone was realizing even now that he couldn't handle this, her, the life they'd promised to build together.

Panic rose in her throat; choking; burning.