[She doesn't answer. She doesn't need to. She still loves him. She always will. No matter what he did, it wouldn't erase that love.]
[The old resentment creeps forward as he speaks of Constance again, the darker thoughts of being replaced by a better version still there. They always would be as well.]
[She swallows thickly, finally speaking to his last statement.]
So am I...
[She lifts her hands, not to return the embrace but to find their way between them, pushing lightly against his chest.]
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[The old resentment creeps forward as he speaks of Constance again, the darker thoughts of being replaced by a better version still there. They always would be as well.]
[She swallows thickly, finally speaking to his last statement.]
So am I...
[She lifts her hands, not to return the embrace but to find their way between them, pushing lightly against his chest.]
Please... go now...