Merope knew how to deal with anger and it was dealt with by being submissive, she slid down the wall and huddled as closer as she could with her knees pulled to her chest. His piercing blue gaze hadn't worked on her because of how withdrawn she'd become, how reclusive. One would consider her pathetic, but she felt awful having spoken to him because of hi attractiveness and look-alike to Tom,"I'm a bad person, I'm sorry. I-I thought I was being a given a second chance at this, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Merope's delicate hands moved over her face and she hid parts of what she could.
Her knees pulled inwards, hiding her face in her knees,"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Jonathan..." She hesitated to call him Tom.