“I do like it,” Tracey confessed, her voice cracking. “But…I want to see you…I want you above me…and I want it…gentler.” She wanted to tell Sara things and there was things she needed to know.
Why was Sara being so cruel to her? She always like that. Maybe she really did hate her. It made Tracey want to cry more. She began to struggle a little more earnestly. She usually felt like this after, not during.
“Sara?” Tracey begged, unlike her normal begging this was sincere and showed a hint of hurt.