Re: Luke H/Wren M
[She actually thinks he isn't going to reply, once about ten minutes go by, and she doesn't come back to it until after her next client, and after a few cups of wine.]
I'm still afraid to tell you, Luke, and it's been five years. I'm afraid you'll hate me. You're angry now, but you'll still talk to me, even if you don't want to, even if I promised I'd leave you alone, even if most of it is anger. [...] Leaving so that you would be okay. You blamed yourself for so many things back then, and I didn't think you could handle something else to blame yourself for. I wasn't going to do that to you. I would watch you sleep, and I'd try to figure it out, how to tell you, but I couldn't. I was afraid of breaking you, of losing you. And running seemed better than actually seeing you hate me. I'm doing pretty badly with the hate thing, even now. If I was stronger, I would tell you I left because I didn't want you anymore, and I'd let you hate me, and I'd keep you safe. That's what I planned, if I ever saw you again.