"Sometimes I think so, and sometimes it's - it's just - it's too much." She flinches when his hands touch the fresh grazes on her back, but ignores it. If she doesn't talk now, she never will. "It's - it hurts and it's so right it can't be real. I can't - this is -"

She hides her face in his shoulder again, gulping for air.

"It's too right. It's not - I'm - I don't want to get hurt again."