"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.

you, let me take the kids and leave. I promise I won't

"Dorothy..."

much baggage, too deeply entangled, involving the deaths of both our mothers! Indeed, being together we only hurt each

to take things lightly. She

and Everett just couldn't

be erased! If she had been someone of note, someone whose background matched that of

root of it, it was because she

understood this early on, it felt like a cruel joke by

let her live a dream, a ludicrous

had awoken from the dream, not clinging to it was the only way to preserve the last bit of

you take the kids

maintain its previously cold

though he tried, he still trembled slightly, out

afraid, terrified

left,

she

taken him over a decade of effort

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