[ Even though he knew, having seen the state she was in, hearing her describe the feelings that plagued her hits him harder. It's precisely what he never wanted to make someone feel again.
Ignoring the fact that her hands are raking through his hair, coated in soap, he pulls her forward until their chests meet. He holds her there, arms tightening around her. He speaks softly, finding it odd to hear his own words despite needing to get them out. ]
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Ignoring the fact that her hands are raking through his hair, coated in soap, he pulls her forward until their chests meet. He holds her there, arms tightening around her. He speaks softly, finding it odd to hear his own words despite needing to get them out. ]
I want you to know how sorry I am.