"It doesn't-" have to be hard. It was instinctive to argue with him, to fight for the love she'd lost time and time again. Rosalie was no longer looking at him. Not at the gentle apologetic expression on his face or the consideration in his gaze. Whatever had changed had allowed him to be truthful regardless of how the truth would impact her.

She took another step back, nearly colliding with someone passing behind them. "I have to - I can't - " Nothing she offered would ever fix her mistakes. Nothing would ever fill those gaps. "Please, excuse me." Rosalie mumbled as she turned from him to flee for what she hoped was the last time.

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