"Please, I don't want you to go back." He whispered, his eyes brimming with tears.
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" why not?" She asked
"I… I like you… a lot." He admitted, feeling his face heat.
She walked back over crouching down she put her head on nchis shoupdwr
"And you leaving, just hurts a lot." He continued to mumble, flushing even more.
She set Ezra down and wrapped her arms around him
"I-I don't know i-if I would make it…" He whispered, tears streaming down his cheeks.
She pulled him closer kissing his cheek
"I'm not t-tough like you." He cried, wrapping his arms around his knees.
" I'm not tough" she said softly
"More than me." He mumbled, reaching over to take her hand.
" I'm sorry I just get scared everyone leaves and I didn't want you to leave so I figured if I left first it would hurt less" she said
"W-why would I leave?" He asked in a hiccup, lacing their fingers together.
¨Everyone does¨ she said
"But… I thought you knew I was different…" He mumbled.
¨ Ive come to belive everyones the same¨ she said
He fell in a silence, that his face showed more than he would've liked. He looked hurt, and angry, and sad. Though really, he wasn't more than hurt.
¨If I assume that I won´t be disappointed when I accept more¨ she said
He still felt hurt. He thought she was the same, cruel, and heartless. "You can't just think I'll be OK with what you just said."
she looked at him and removed her hand
"That really stung, you really think I was as cruel as your father?" He asked, turning to face her.
¨No but I have to be forced to belive that because as soon as I start to love someone they hurt me in ways you could never imagine¨ she said
"So you think I could be that way." He said determined of this. "You and I are saying the same thing, in different words."
¨How¨ she asked.
"You aren't saying me, but you're implying it…" He muttered, pushing away from her some. "You think I could have been just as cruel as my father."
¨Yes Ok I´m Scared I´ve never been loved and im scared
"I haven't either, you think this is easy for me?" He asked softly, looking at her. "My own mother didn't really love me."
¨I was tortured for existing¨ she said
"I watched torture, and was forced to commit it." He spat under his breath, trying not to think about any of it.
she sighed ¨I can´t do this¨ she said.