It was unclear whether the hug made it easier or harder; it was, perhaps, a little of both. Vanessa wrapped her arms around him in return and pressed her face to the warmth and softness of his neck, her nose tucked just below his ear. She held him tightly, her fingers clutched and curled in the fabric of his t-shirt as she closed her. I'm sorry I'm disappointing you. I'm sorry that I'm letting you down. I promise it's not that I don't want to be with you, I just can't...