"Yeah."

"Is it my mother's death that's made you start hating me?" Dorothy could only think of that as an explanation.

He hated himself.

Otherwise, why would he be so heartless?

"...Don't bring that up.

Dorothy pursed her lips. At this point, she didn't want to argue with Everett. It was too exhausting, and because there had been love.

The only real relationship she had, she didn't want it to end in embarrassment for both of them.

"Everett, I'm begging you, okay?"

Dorothy turned away, refusing to look at him.

Because she didn't want to cry in front of Everett.

She didn't want anyone to see her at her weakest.

kids and leave. I

"Dorothy..."

deeply entangled, involving the deaths of both our mothers! Indeed, being

lightly. She had been thinking about this for

Everett just couldn't work

something that could never fully be erased! If she had been someone of note, someone whose background matched that of the Lopez family, then... there wouldn't have been any issue with Heather, would

it was because she wasn't good enough for

on, it felt like a cruel

a dream, a

that she had awoken from the dream, not clinging to it was the only way to preserve the last

you take

voice couldn't maintain its

tried, he still trembled

afraid, terrified

once Dorothy left, he'd never find

and even if she

trust. It had taken him over a decade of effort to finally make her believe in

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