Caroline took a step back at that, not even realizing she had done so. “You’re wrong.” About which part she wasn’t sure. Maybe all of it. None of it. Some of it. She didn’t know and she hated that she didn’t know. He twisted everything and yet she kept coming back, listening to more and having everything become even more muddled than it already had been.
“Maybe I can’t accept your love.” She didn’t--she couldn’t--not from him. Not after everything. It was like a mantra she kept repeating to herself in her head, never looking too closely at the why. “But I thought we were going to at least try at friends.” Was that even possible though? With the emotions that ran through the two of them could they ever be friends? Caroline did want to try for it and not just because she was fearful of what would happen if he thought his chances with her were truly dead and gone. She wanted to keep up the walks and the talks and maybe that gave a little too much credence to what he said, but that would just be pushed back to the crevices of her mind where she didn’t have to worry about them.
“Or are my sunshine and rainbows and goodness just too much for you?”