Seeing that Tracey, at least somewhat, accepted her answer, Sara didn't really want to mention anything else on the subject, "Well, I've learned that deals are a good way to get what I need."
Sara smiled wistfully at Tracey's laugh. She had always thought that it was one of the best sounds in the world. One of her biggest regrets was that she could never be the one to make Tracey laugh like that on a regular basis. Sara didn't stop her fingers.
Sighing, Sara knew it as the truth. She was never willing to be miserable, but it was better than being an outcast with no money, right? She saw it as the only option for her life, as much as she hated it. A part of her wanted to be outed, like Tracey. The girl seemed so much more free and happy now. Would she be like that if she was outed? She didn't know if she could take a risk like that.
Not moving her hand away from Tracey's soft skin, Sara took to lightly stroking Tracey's cheek with her thumb and looking at her eyes.
Shrugging, Sara had no idea what spurred on her confession, well, besides the accusations. "I didn't want you to think I was such a monster, that I outed you. I guess everything, the hurt of hurting you, just built up, and everything has a breaking point." She sighed and focused on their hands laced together. "I was tired of pretending not to care. Pretending not to love you."