[She moves to wipe the remaining tears on her face, finally looking at him again.]
I can't forgive myself for what I've done, even if I wasn't entirely in control. And you can't forgive yourself for things you did out of desperation.
... No matter how many nice things are said, no matter how much our friends love us... They can't erase that feeling. It might get weaker over time... but it never truly leaves.
[She's not sure if that will be a comfort to him, or make things worse, but it's what she's been through. If her suffering could bring consolation to someone... maybe it would have a point.]
I think... it's okay to feel bad like that. Because the other options... might make us... truly awful people.
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[She moves to wipe the remaining tears on her face, finally looking at him again.]
I can't forgive myself for what I've done, even if I wasn't entirely in control. And you can't forgive yourself for things you did out of desperation.
... No matter how many nice things are said, no matter how much our friends love us... They can't erase that feeling. It might get weaker over time... but it never truly leaves.
[She's not sure if that will be a comfort to him, or make things worse, but it's what she's been through. If her suffering could bring consolation to someone... maybe it would have a point.]
I think... it's okay to feel bad like that. Because the other options... might make us... truly awful people.