Taking a deep breathe felt steadying as she was left feeling strangely hollow. All those times she had listened to his pain and offered him comfort, was she really ignoring her own? Abi didn't know where to go from here, whether this was even salvageable from the wreck of their former lives. She couldn't imagine her life without him now, though. Charlie would be heartbroken and confused, as well. She couldn't stand to see her boy sad and maybe they both owed it to him to work this shit out properly.
"I don't want it to end, Hemingway, I just don't know where to begin again," she admitted softly. Abi tucked her hair back and attempted to straighten herself out again, make herself into some semblance of her former self.
When he moved to sit next to her, like strangers on a park bench, she didn't flinch or shy away. That had been her years ago, when she was naive and still broken a little bit too much. Him touching her was easy, it was comfortable and familiar and she thought then that maybe they could stand a good chance. Just maybe.
"When I said that I was scared of you, Hemingway, I don't mean for even a whole minute," she said, turning slightly and looking at him. "You have to understand that. It's maybe a gut response, not remembering where I was or who I was sleeping next to. I couldn't help it. And you can't change what's happened no more than I can, not your past or mine. You just gotta accept that it's part of me and yours is part of you. If you can't...." she leant forward and put her hand on his cheek. "If you can't handle what happened to me, I get it. But you wanted the truth and that was the truth. So now what?"