"And I told you that it didn't have to be like that, that we could help, but you didn't listen to me," Bridgette retorted, "You just came, conquered, then left. No 'this is where I'll be' or anything." She didn't want excuses. She'd heard them before. She still felt foolish, like she had been a plaything, a big joke to him. Of course it was her fault too. She had followed him around, seen something. Or thought she had.
Spinning she faced him. "Everything! Apparently you listen to him. And if you go? Things will get worse, and not just for you," She spun back around again, but stopped walking.