I just couldn’t do it.

This is just some moment where you have to talk about it. I have to talk to him about us. Yes. I should and I must. But I couldn’t. It was too scary. Everything is too scary. And I might be crying this time. I want to know how is he going to confront so badly. I must know, I must know. I must ask him. I must ask him before I leave this place for good. I think I should try to initiate the conversation to just talk about us. Just us. He might said that rip the bandages off, clean. But the scars still hurts. They never leave me alone.

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