Rosalie was almost to the door when he spoke again. She froze then, her eyes squeezed shut once more as though she could somehow block this scene from playing out. She was still furious that he had selected Miss Broadmoor from the crowd, still devastated that their destinies weren't as interwined as she thought them to be.

But, it was more than that too.

"I hurt you." She answered plainly, turning to face him once more. This time, her eyes were locked on his in the mostly dark room. "I would give just about anything to go back and change our path, to fix things. But, I can't. Letting you forget for a little while, it just seemed like the next best thing."

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