( She laughs quietly, and the sound is sort of— squeaky and sad, as if she were recovering from strep throat and sleepiness and crying, all at the same time. Though she moves closer to Sarah, she doesn't make any immediate moves to pull her into a hug or knock their shoulders together. Instead, her hand rests at the back of Sarah's neck for a moment, fingers lightly resting against Sarah's spine, thumb brushing over Sarah's jaw. )
You have too much faith in me, Saroula. I do have to make up for all that, but that's not the only reason I'm doing this. I can't keep being what I let myself become. I've been doing you damage this whole year, being like this.
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You have too much faith in me, Saroula. I do have to make up for all that, but that's not the only reason I'm doing this. I can't keep being what I let myself become. I've been doing you damage this whole year, being like this.