After that first question, she started to answer him. "Because everytime I-" And she was cut off. She let him finish and then... Autumn had felt bad before, but now she just felt lower than dirt. he had an uncanny knack for making her wish she could just keep her mouth shut. Actually, it wasn't really fair to blame him. It was something that happened to her quite often for as long as she could remember.
She didn't like the fact that he had turned his back on her one bit, but she was going to bite the bullet and not barrade him for it this time. She just crossed her arms, and looked down at her feet, and when she did so, she remembered the gift she still had yet to open in her hand. Quietly, even though she had a feeling he'd know what she was doing anyway, she opened it up.
...That really was a beautiful bracelet. And the thought came to her that made her feel worse. That wasn't something that he had just lying around, nor was it something that he could have picked up on the way when he heard she had gotten him something. He'd thought about her when he didn't have to. Not that it wasn't obvious before. She slipped it on her tiny wrist and quietly closed the box again.
She walked to stand next to him, but didn't look at him. Her eyes just merely followed his gaze to the balcony. "So..." Her eyes went from the balcony to the jewelry box that one hand was playing with, her other hand across her body and grasping at her elbow. She took a deep breath, figuring she might as well tell him. It's what she had wanted. She had a light tone to her voice this time. Only thing apparent to it was nervousness. "If I told you that I don't want anyone but you, that you're the last thing I think about when I go to sleep at night, and the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning, that, God, help me, I've fallen head over damn heels for you, for reasons unbeknownst to me, frankly, and that if you walk out that door right now, even if you do come back, you'll be taking me heart with you when you go... you wouldn't get utterly freaked and try to either change the subject or leave?"
God, she had been wrong about him before, and she prayed that she was wrong again. She never once looked at him. Her eyes stayed fixed to the jewelry on her arm, not wanting to see the initial look on his face. She almost was scared to know what he would say next. If he did say something.