Sawyer sighed out. “I … I am me,” she said quietly, “but lately I’ve been scared to… ask you if you were upset, or if things were going on because I didn’t want to fight with you,” she said honestly. “Because that’s always what would happen and you know it. One of us would be looking for a fight, even if we didn’t realize it, and it just… would happen. And I don’t want to fight, I didn’t want to fight and I… because of what happened in the past, I was scared that if we fought, it would happen again, and you’d never forgive yourself. I—I don’t care about me, I… but I care about you, and I know that it would kill you if that happened,” she said, her voice shaking. “A-And I didn’t know what to do because I was worried about you, but I didn’t want us to fight.”
He was quiet while she spoke, but he couldn’t say that what she was telling him changed anything. She was scared, that was what stuck with him most. Scared of what would happen if she was herself with him. That, really, was what she was saying, even if she didn’t realize it. “Yeah,” he nodded. “You’re… You’re scared. And you talk to me like I’m going to explode. We’re not… We haven’t really been us in a long time.”
(Source: rymarshall)
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