Victoire slid her arms around his waist, snuggling into his embrace. She sighed slightly and leaned up, kissing his cheek. "I did everything wrong," she told him, still trying to control her crying. She tucked her head into his neck, focusing on just breathing for a few moments.
"I'm not not ready," she said, realising that it sounded confusing but unable to think of any other way to phrase it. "I'm miserable without you. But it's just... a big step. I wasn't prepared.."