Suddenly, she heard a loud bang, a thump and a scream that caused her to jump from the bed. The hair on the back of her neck stood straight up and her body became one big goosebump.
She blames herself. I hurt from knowing that I hurt her. Even when we know all of these other people are to blame. My friends. The media. Not her. Not me.I can__ help myself. I continue the cycle and I say, __ don__ want to hurt you.__ily is quiet for a moment before she says, ____ tougher than you think. You just need to believe in me. You know, like a fairy.__ do believe in fairies. I do. I do. The jubilant chorus from Peter Pan fills my ears.I look up at her, tears in both our eyes. Is that how we end this? I trust that I can share my grief with her and that she won__ crumble beneath the pain?She nods to me like go on. I can handle it.
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She blames herself. I hurt from knowing that I hurt her. Even when we know all of these other people are to blame. My friends. The media. Not her. Not me.I can__ help myself. I continue the cycle and I say, __ don__ want to hurt you.__ily is quiet for a moment before she says, ____ tougher than you think. You just need to believe in me. You know, like a fairy.__ do believe in fairies. I do. I do. The jubilant chorus from Peter Pan fills my ears.I look up at her, tears in both our eyes. Is that how we end this? I trust that I can share my grief with her and that she won__ crumble beneath the pain?She nods to me like go on. I can handle it.
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