"I’m sorry." She whispers quietly and the world stops moving. "I’m not very good at feeling emotions, nonetheless communicating them. I prefer to box those uncomfortable topics up and pack them away where they can’t possibly hurt me. And some part of me has held back from you because I’ve been so afraid of how badly you could hurt me if I opened all those boxes for you. But I don’t blame you for what happened to me, I never have. You have nothing to be sorry for, nothing to be ashamed of. We were all children, in desperate need of love and help. And it may have taken a decade, but I think it was always meant to be us. There’s not a single other person in this world that I would be willing to open those boxes for. But I’ll open every one of them if it means I get to keep you." 