[ But she does. There's — so damn much to be sorry for. Years and years worth. For breaking things off when they were younger. For all the fights she started, all the times she lied about how she felt. How much she must have hurt him. All that, and he's still holding her now, telling her how grateful he is that she's just here.

It shouldn't have taken something like this to make her honest. But. ]

I have to tell you something. [ The words are frayed around the edges. Hard to get out. ] Something I should have said a long time ago.

[ She hesitates — so unlike her — then finally pulls back to look him in the eye. ]

You can be angry at me, if you want. Just promise me you'll stay, once I say it.