[She had a moment of realizing that she could die like this and she wouldn't regret a single moment of it. She could fall to pieces with him in a way that she couldn't with anyone else. He didn't see her as weak. She did. She saw those moments as a lessening of herself -- or she almost did. Every time a part of her crumbled, he was there to kiss it better. To soothe it. To whisper words in her ears about how he felt, how good she felt, and it was hard not to start to believe it.
Just a little. Maybe she just wanted to not hate herself so much. Clark did a very good job of making her think she was worth the time.]
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Just a little. Maybe she just wanted to not hate herself so much. Clark did a very good job of making her think she was worth the time.]