"Brooke...please..." he whispered. "Did you hear anything I just told you?" he asked, not strong enough for this. He felt sick. "I just want us to be..normal... I hated what I've done to you, Brooke, I hate it. I hate myself, I hate myself so much, Brooke... I need to forget what I did. I need you to forget what I did to you," he was almost begging.