"Yes, he does," she sighed. She felt her tears moisten the fabric of his shirt, and she winced - she hated to cry on people and get their shirts wet. She always felt so badly afterwards.
Hannah sighed again heavily, and sank down on her mattress when he touched her shoulder. Lips quavered slightly, and her eyes were already red and slightly puffy from crying. She pursed her lips, and reached out to press the ice against his eye, whether he liked it or not. She wanted him to stay tonight. She needed him to stay tonight. Being alone just wasn't an option right now.
"I don't want Matty to hate me," she said quietly. "I just.. I can't deal with that. I'm going to have to make things better somehow, to get him to stop blaming me for things. He blames me for us breaking up so long ago because we moved away. I was young, and he wanted me to come back for him. I didn't have anything, and he expected all of that. How can a young girl be expected to do something like that?" she breathed out all at once.
"I don't want to be blamed for it anymore, and I need to talk to him to set things straight," she sighed, purposely staring at her knees. "There are things he doesn't know and he thinks he knows everything that had happened.. but now it's just a matter of actually getting him to talk to me." Hannah made a face, and handed him the ice as she flopped onto her back upon her bed, eyes closed but facing the ceiling. This was frustrating.