"Didn't think... you'd want me looking at you again after...I..." Tasha stops, swallowing back tears that threaten. Is this really the way she's going to go out? Torn to hell by a...zombie and whimpering like a child.
Maybe...she doesn't know so she has to say something. She has to say everything in case she never has the chance to again.
"Steve, I..." Tasha pulls on every ounce of strength she has left to reach her hand up to his face. "I never wanted to hurt you, not ever. All...all I wanted was for you to be happy, and I...couldn't." Her eyes close again, the ability to speak getting harder and harder. "I'm so sorry, baby. I...I...I'm so sorry made everything worse for you by... being...me."
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Date: 2012-09-13 06:33 pm (UTC)From:Maybe...she doesn't know so she has to say something. She has to say everything in case she never has the chance to again.
"Steve, I..." Tasha pulls on every ounce of strength she has left to reach her hand up to his face. "I never wanted to hurt you, not ever. All...all I wanted was for you to be happy, and I...couldn't." Her eyes close again, the ability to speak getting harder and harder. "I'm so sorry, baby. I...I...I'm so sorry made everything worse for you by... being...me."