It's so much worse. That he doesn't say this was all an accident. That he wasn't confused. That it isn't just as suddenly gone as the memories are, and other feelings, are suddenly there. There's only one way this conversation could be headed now.

Regardless of what he had said so many times.
Regardless of the near desperate admission.
The only thing to make it ever worse.



"And you're going back to her."



How desperate her want to be wrong was.
She'd given in. Said yes. Gone beyond hoping.