How could that be good enough? How could not knowing whether or not she could trust him be good enough? Everything that was happening was everything that Patty stood against; he hurt her, he left her in pain, he lied to her in the most important moment that they shared, the one time that he couldn't lie. She didn't know what part was worse, the fact that he did it or the fact that she had so much faith in him, and believed in him so deeply, that she never saw it coming. Patty was shaking her head, but it took her a few moments to speak, trying to swallow back the lump in her throat.
"I didn't know how you felt about me," she corrected him. "I thought that I might but... then what happened happened and I believed you. Because I thought I could." She didn't sound angry, but disappointed, and not even in him but in herself. She was chewing on the corner of her lip uncertainly, because now they hit a wall and it was on her to decide how to approach it. She had to either kick him out or not, and she knew that sending him out of that door meant that she was probably going to be sending him out of her life forever. She knew that she should. She knew that what he had done was wrong. But it was Derek.
She wanted to ask him what they did now but she knew that part was up to her. Time passed by slowly as she stood there, her head arguing furiously with her heart, and after what seemed like an eternity she finally moved to take a step forward before stopping herself, eyes trained on the ground. She froze, though, and she held herself tighter before trying to push herself once more. Her legs moved sluggishly, with hesitance, but she managed to make it across the room until she was standing just before her with her eyes still on the ground. She felt like she was being weak, she was acting foolishly, but that's what people said love was. It was foolish.
She closed the space between him and leaned her forehead against his shoulder.
"Don't leave." She didn't know what she wanted from him. She didn't know how to stop feeling the hurt or anger that he had put in her, but she knew that she had been wanting to see him for so long now, wanting to hear him say those words for so long. They weren't said at the right time, or the right place, but he said them. And because of that she couldn't lose him. She should have. But she couldn't.