He came closer to her. She kept her position, finding it rude or weak if she were to back away. His tone was aware, soft and gentle. Was he actually taking this seriously? He demanded to know why, why those thoughts appeared in her mind. If fact, she didn't know herself. Maybe those were her thoughts because of her faint fear of losing him again and finding herself so attached. She would have answered that question, but his words continued with another inquiry. He really didn't have to do anything. She didn't want to force him to do anything because of her doubts.
I'm just going to have to take his word for it, She thought to herself before letting out a sigh. Her gaze trailed back to him while stuttering words left her throat. "You don't have to do anything. I...I forgive you."
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