You can't! [It was a bad idea. They'd just had this conversation a few days ago, about what would happen if one of them died, about being strong. She didn't think he was any more ready than she was. It didn't matter that she was crying or that her feet were killing her from being in heels all night. It didn't matter that everyone around them was dancing and chatting and having fun. What mattered was that she'd messed up and she had absolutely no idea what to say to fix it.
Simply saying, "I love you" didn't seem like it would work. Not if she was still trying to decide if she really, truly meant it.]
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Simply saying, "I love you" didn't seem like it would work. Not if she was still trying to decide if she really, truly meant it.]
Ron, please. You can't leave.