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"You don't need to suffer," I whisper. I clear my throat and lower my voice.
"Let me help you," I said…
She takes another step away from me, worry in her eyes.
"No, don't take everything away. It hurts, yes, but it happened. I don't want to forget that you saved me, nor what you saved me from."
I can't help but admire her strength. Part of me suspects that whatever part I have already deleted was the worst, and she feels as though she can handle the rest.
"I won't take anything else away, unless you ask me to," I promise, and she hugs me once more, her towel falling to the floor between us.
I feel her lips touch my neck, then my chin, as they work their way up to my mouth.
"Tina, are you sure you should be doing that?" I ask, not wanting her to stop, but also not wanting to cause her any further grief.
