"I didn't want to hurt you..." she said, before she frowned and shook her head. "That isn't true. I did want to. I wanted to push everyone away. I didn't want anyone close enough to help me. It all just...everything was so messed up, and I wanted to drown in that. Until I got a reality check, I was determined to burn every bridge I've built." She needed to be honest, but that didn't make it any more comfortable, any easier. Every word rubbed her raw, made her throat feel a tiny bit tighter. But she had to push through it.
She was determined to.
Letting out a slow, controlled breath, Rory pulled her hands from her pockets, arms folding over her chest instead. Not much of an improvement, but a tiny bit more open than before. "I don't know either," she admitted. Rory really had no clue why she trusted Finn so much, why she had so much faith in him. "But I'm not going to dissect it. I'm tired of over-thinking things when they're just...right."