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NATE

My hands itched to touch her.

I wanted to talk to her, to hold her and to laugh with her. I wanted to tell her that I was sorry and feel that she knew I truly meant it. I wanted her to look into my eyes and say that she had forgiven me, that nothing else mattered because we were here together.

I wished she was affected that we were in the same space and she would just spare me a glance but she did not seem to care, didn't seem like it had even occurred to her to care.

"Viv, I..." I called stretching a tentative hand towards her but she hardly noticed.

"Nate, I'm exhausted." She said.

The undertone suggested that it wasn't just physical exhaustion. She was tired of me and it hurt to see her this way. She probably thought we would go about in circles, just like in the past but I just wanted to apologize and listen to her.

What words would convince her? Did I have to split open my belly for her to see my true intentions?

"Let's talk." I tried again.

"No." Her answer was shar