"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.

take the kids and leave. I promise I won't contact you again, I

"Dorothy..."

has too much baggage, too deeply entangled, involving the deaths of both our mothers! Indeed, being together we only hurt each other. So, let's not be together. It's a way

take things lightly. She had been

Everett

of note, someone whose background matched

it was because she wasn't good

she had understood this early on, it felt like a

her live a

to it was the only way to preserve the last bit of her

you take

maintain its

though he tried, he still trembled slightly,

was afraid, terrified

once Dorothy left, he'd never find her

and even if she

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

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