When I asked her that question, the words seemed to catch in her throat.
“Well?” I asked, growing the slightest bit impatient/
“I..I didn’t understand what we had,” She said listlessly, now losing her baby voice. ” I couldn’t chose between you and my parents.. because they hated you and…” Her voice trailed away.
“your parents despised me and never loved you. So why did you have to chose? Why didn’t you come talk to me? If you never had tried to commit suicide, you would be standing right here with me. I’m not saying its your fault, it’s mine too. Oh, and tell Jack I’m sorry for being an ass.” I finished.
I could have sworn she cracked a small smile.
“Answer my questions, we’ll work it out. Or you will find out how it feels to see someone you love try and take there own life.”
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