A/N: Thank you to all those who took the time to review, I love reading each and every one of them!
Emilie2601 Thank you very much for reading and reviewing – I'm going to try and add some more of adorable Henry in future chapters, I especially want Caleb and the girls to get to know him better! Also, apologies, you asked me a question in your last review and I completely forgot to reply; Henry is almost eighteen months old, I'll be going a lot more into his birth and those earlier months as the story goes on.
missoutontheprize Thank you; I thought it best to at least let him have some idea of what happened to Hanna early on as I didn't want it to be something dragged out over the entire length of the story! Unfortunately, Hanna has kept Henry as a close, almost secret for so long and he's just this product of what most think of as Hanna having cheated on Caleb, so no one really knows how to react. But I will be doing my very best to fix this in the future.
TheFandomLounge Thank you so much for your kind review! Since hearing about the Haleb break up, I longed for it to be a real reason and I feel as though what we were actually given ruined Caleb's character for me. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
And to all the guests, thank you so much – I hope you all enjoy this update. And to the Guest who mentioned Spaleb; I completely agree, I felt so betrayed when the show decided to go down the route of Spaleb, ruining three ships that I love on varying levels. I would love to see how they clean up the mess in the show, if they even try to clean it up. I made the decision not to go down the same route because I honestly could not see a way back after that, there was just nothing I could think of that would realistically heal all of that damage in the future no matter how I tried to play it out in my head.
"Come on, save me from my rocking boat. I just wanna stay afloat. I'm all alone. I hope someone's gonna take me home, somewhere I can rest my soul. I need to know you won't let go." - Major Lazer
Caleb watched Hanna walk away, before he moved to sit back down on the swing, her words running through his head over and over again as he tried to figure out what she meant. In the end, he could barely focus on them though, as he remembered the last time he had seen the blonde before he had arrived in Rosewood. He had left her sobbing on the floor of their apartment, and despite how much it had hurt just to see those tears falling down her cheeks, he had felt so justified in his anger and his hatred. Now, he wasn't so sure if he had done the right thing that day,even though he didn't understand why.
He had once thought of Hanna as his forever, perhaps that was why he had clung to Spencer when he had first seen her all those years ago. She was his one and last connection to the person he had left behind and she had always been such a good friend – had those feelings gotten crossed somewhere? With a sigh, his eyes closed and he gently kicked at the ground; Hanna had been his forever, of that he had been certain, otherwise he never would have found the pregnancy test in the first place.
Caleb didn't make it common practice to go through Hanna's things, but he had been looking for photographs of them together and he knew she had printed off hard copies a few years ago to put in a scrapbook she had made. There had been a few spare, ones she had put in a box for safe keeping, and that was how he had found himself crawling under the bed to grab the box that would end up ruining every plan he had ever made for the two of them.
He couldn't remember how long he had stared down at the positive pregnancy test in his hand, trying to come up with an explanation that didn't involve the fact Hanna was having a child with someone else. They hadn't had sex in so long, it couldn't be an old one because the scare they had a year before had been a negative test, he had been there when she had taken it and promised her that he would be beyond happy should they get a chance to start their family. She wouldn't have hidden a positive test from him unless the baby wasn't his. Just staring at the test, his plans were gone and it felt as though she had physically punched him in the chest as he pulled the ring box from his pocket – he was going to pack it along with the small collage he was going to make for them but now it seemed redundant.
He was going to wait for Paris, Hanna loved all the romance and the cheese and whilst he wasn't a fan of being predictable, he would never get the chance to propose to her in one of the most romantic cities in the world again. They were going to be on the love lock bridge, where they would be able to place their own on the bridge after he had asked her to one day, become Mrs Rivers. He would blush as she told the story to everyone, but she would be so happy and that was all he could have asked for. Her being pregnant would have been perfect, had it not been for the fact he knew the baby wasn't his. And just like that, their happy ending had disappeared, ending with the ring box he threw across the room, watching as it hit the wall before he fell to the floor and let out an anguished cry.
Hanna looked down at her phone again, with a frown – her friends would just assume that she was waiting for another text from their new 'friend' but instead, she was wondering why she hadn't heard from Caleb. He had an entire night to think about what she had said, and Hanna wanted to know what conclusion he had reached, if any. Instead of dwelling on it any longer, she looked back up at her friends and sighed, "I lied to Lorezno yesterday and he knows it... I don't have anytime to play anymore games." And with that, she quickly typed in a text to the mystery person, as her friends muttered that she wasn't going to hear back.
She almost felt satisfied when she saw that whoever it was, was indeed typing back, a simple 'yes' flashing up on her screen within seconds. It didn't round it down, but Rosewood was a small place and if they knew that person, then it made it even smaller. Someone who was in Rosewood, who they knew and who cared about Charlotte, that was an extremely small list, or at least she hoped it was. "Look, whoever this person is, they think that we know who killed Charlotte and they're sending us these texts because they want us to rat that person out."
Hanna shrugged her shoulders, having absolutely no problem with that if it meant they could leave, "Well, we do know who killed her, don't we?"
"Ezra said he didn't do it." Aria was quick to come to the defence of her ex-boyfriend and Hanna had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at her best friend, sometimes, she truly wanted to shake her and ask her to see what was right in front of her. The person she knew before they left for college was gone, destroyed by a trauma that none of them would ever truly be able to understand no matter how hard they tried.
"Maybe that's what you heard Aria but the rest of us heard him kick us out of his apartment." Aria opened her mouth to reply but instead, the four women were distracted by the sound of a familiar voice on the television. Hanna's heart thumped uncomfortably as she stood up to walk closer to the large screen, gulping when she saw the face of the man who had been interrogating her just the day before.
"And every member of this police department is taking this case not just seriously but personally. Without going into detail that can harm the investigation I can tell you that we are narrowing down our list of suspects. We are confident we know what the murder weapon was and we will find it. The person who killed Charlotte DiLaurentis will be brought to justice."
Hanna almost wanted to laugh, not sure if the Rosewood Police Department even knew what justice was. She had no doubt they tried to discover the truth, but in the end, they seemed to jump to the wrong conclusion and Hanna only hoped it wasn't her and her friends who paid for that misjudgement this time. She let out a sigh when she heard that too familiar noise of their phones going off at the same time; I found what they're looking for. Tell me who it belongs to. Each of them eyed up the photograph in confusion, having no idea who it belonged to, before Hanna just shrugged her shoulders and looked at Aria, "Does Ezra play golf?"
Honesty. That was meant to be the best policy, even if Hanna didn't always abide by it. But that day she had decided that her mother deserved to know the truth, no matter how terrifying it was. It was how she had found herself leaving the hotel, and walking to her old childhood home, gulping before she opened up the unlocked door to let herself in, just in time as her mother walked down the stairs, "Hey, honey, I didn't know you were coming today. I was just heading to the hotel to meet up with Spencer – this town hall is turning out to be quite a nice little event for us."
"I erased the security footage from the hotel the night Charlotte was murdered." She blurted it out, and her heart dropped when she saw the look of hurt on the other woman's face, "Oh, Hanna..."
The blonde, almost as though she knew what Ashley was thinking, quickly shook her head, "We had nothing to do with what happened, I promise, but now it looks like we could have." Her mother let out a sigh and set her bag down on the side, "Why couldn't you have just left it alone?" Desperation, that was all Hanna could hear right then – she didn't truly understand what Ashley had been through with everything she and her friends had done, but she could see the way it had worn her down. She almost expected bad things to happen now, and Hanna couldn't blame her because she felt the same way.
Eventually, they moved the conversation into the kitchen, Hanna moving to sit on the bar stool as her mother paced and Hanna tried to explain everything she could. Of course, she left out the texts, because she didn't want to cause her mother anymore pain and fear than she already had. She wondered if Ashley dreaded her coming back to Rosewood as much, or even more, than Hanna had dreaded the trip. She wouldn't blame her if she had, she could only imagine how nice it must have been to have five drama free, angst free years without her daughter attracting trouble.
"I screwed up, I know that but I did it for Aria."
"You're not in high school anymore, you don't owe them anything."
"But they're still my friends. And what's the big deal, no evidence, no crime, right?" She was trying to worm her way out of it but she knew that she had created a horrible mess in the short space of time since she had arrived in the the town she hated so much. "The security company we use backs up all of our tapes to a hard drive that they store at some place called 'The Farm'. If the police get ahold of that drive they'll see that Aria left the hotel and they'll know that you're the one who erased the footage."
Her eyes stung with tears and she looked down, realising she had made a decision that could potentially screw up not only her own life, but Ashley's and Henry's, too. "Can't we go there? Erase the footage?" The response only served to disappoint her further, and she let out a frustrated sigh, running her fingers through her hair as she struggled to come up with ways to get herself and her mother out of the mess she had created.
Somehow, Ashley must have figured out a way though, because it was just a few hours later she found herself standing outside the station with a confused look on her face – she was free to go, the back up drive had gone missing. No evidence, no crime, right?
Despite how much her mother had already put on the line for her, Hanna still found herself sneaking into her office the next day, determined to find out if either of their newer murder suspects were checked into the hotel. She had no idea what that was meant to prove but she needed something to distract herself from the fact Spencer had gotten Caleb involved, and he was downstairs right then. She hadn't seen or heard from him since the night she had kind of confessed what had happened without actually telling him, and she wanted to be able to keep that up for as long as she possibly could.
Luck wasn't on her side as she sat down on the computer chair and stared at the computer screen in front of her, "She's logged out and I don't know her password." She murmured in frustration, just shaking her head – there were confidential files on there, of course it was going to be locked, she knew her mother was the Queen of organisation.
With a sigh, she heard Aria hand over the phone to Caleb, "Hanna can't figure out her mom's password," Was all she said before her heart stopped when she heard his voice, "Hey," Her eyes watered but she shook it off, "Hey..." She whispered, frowning when he got straight down to business, "Um, okay, what was the name of your first pet?"
"Guppy."
She couldn't help but smile when he let out a small laugh, "You named a Guppy, Guppy?"
"I was two. And that doesn't work."
"Right, okay, just try your birthday." She did as he said and repeated her previous words, there was a momentary pause on the other end of the line before she heard him let out a small sigh, "Try Henry's birthday."
"I'm in." Hanna felt more guilt than she ever had before, and not because of the fact she had lied to Caleb for so long, but because she had successfully hurt her mother by effectively making sure she was as little involved in Henry's life as she possibly could be. The fact that the office was littered in photographs of her already small family, and then her password was the day her only grandchild was born, just made her realise that she needed to do something to change the wall between her and her own mother when all of this mess was over.
Moments later, her eyes were settled on another person she had managed to push away, before she glanced at Aria, "Neither your dad or Ezra are staying here."
"What about Sara?"
"She put up a 'do not disturb' sign on her door two days ago and instructed staff not to go into her room whilst she's gone."
"What the hell is she doing in there?" Hanna wasn't entirely certain if she wanted to know, as she gave a shrug of her shoulders, "I'll take building a lair for three hundred, Alex." She muttered, looking away towards where Spencer was talking to someone about something she imagined was important. She managed to pull off the 'nothing is wrong' stance so well, they all seemed to be after years of torture. She had wanted to protect Henry from ever feeling as though he had to be pretend to be anything other than a happy child, but the longer he was in Rosewood, the more she could feel them being sucked into the nightmare life she had managed to avoid.
She could feel Caleb's eyes on her, but he didn't say a word as they got the photograph back up of the murder weapon, before they realised the one thing they had been missing the first time they had found themselves staring at the potential murder weapon. "We were so busy looking at the murder weapon, we didn't notice..."
Spencer seemed to notice what they were on about straight away, the moment she had walked over to them, her eyes focused on Aria's phone, "The carpet." She whispered, almost to herself as Hanna nodded her head; "My mom spent weeks trying to get the uniforms to match those colours."
"So, the person who sent this is staying at The Radley." It wasn't much information to get on, but it left just one person on their suspect list – Sara Harvey. Although, Hanna wasn't too certain where that information got them considering none of them had a clue what they were meant to do with the texts if they weren't able to trust the Police.
Her thoughts were disturbed by the sound of Aria's phone ringing and the photograph disappearing, "It's my dad," The girl replied, staring down at her phone as though she didn't know what to do, before Hanna and Caleb, at the same time, told her to answer it before their eyes awkwardly met and then quickly looked away from each other. If he knew what had happened, he wasn't acting like it and Hanna wondered if she would actually have to spell it out to him, something she never wanted to do.
The tension had been so bad, her relief was incomprehensible when she walked out of the hotel with Emily, trying to get her mind off of Caleb and every bit of drama that seemed to come with him and her talking. Her focus was on Emily, and the fact her best friend was about to undergo a procedure that would change the lives of a couple forever. "So, what did you tell Pam?" She asked, as they walked towards Lucas' apartment, wanting to laugh at the incredulous look on her friends face, "You know you can never call my mom that to her face, right? I told her that you needed me to look after Henry whilst you did some stuff for work."
"You need me to drive you?" She asked, even though she knew she needed to spend some time with Henry, who appeared to have taken a back seat since her arrival in Rosewood. It wasn't done on purpose, everything she did was to protect him from having his life ruined, but a child of his young age was only going to recognise the fact that various people looked after him whilst his mother randomly turned up every now and then to give him five minutes of distracted attention.
"It's okaym the clinic has a service, they just wanna make sure there's somebody to help me get settled into bed after. I should be fine in a day or so." Emily was making it sound like no big deal, although Hanna knew otherwise, so she gently nudged her as she smiled, "Well, I'll mash up your Jell-O just the way you like it." A moments pause followed and eventually, she stopped walking, pulling Emily gently to a stop, "You seem nervous, these are your eggs, you can change your mind."
"That's not it, I'm just weirded out by that text."
Hanna scrunched her nose up in confusion, thinking Emily was on about the text they had received from Aria ten minutes prior, after the woman had rushed out of there, muttering something about her dad needing to talk to her. "From Aria? Okay, this may sound crazy cynical but if Ella and Byron do get remarried, doesn't that mean she won't have to testify against him in court? I'm not saying Byron is guilty but-"
Emily cut her off quickly, "Did I miss the memo that says we call people's parents by their first names now?" Hanna shrugged, considering she was a parent herself, it barely seemed right referring to her friends parents as 'Emily's mom' or 'Aria's dad'. "It's just like Downton Abbey where Bates goes on trial..."
"Hanna, no, I'm talking about the text from Ali. Didn't you-?"
Hanna scoffed, of course Emily would get a text from the other blonde in their group and everyone else would be explicitly left out. Those two had something going on between them that didn't include herself, Spencer or Aria and she was secretly glad she didn't have to be involved in all of Alison's drama when she had more than enough of her own to cope with.
"Well, she's back and she reaches out to me alone, and just assumes I'll come and hear her out but I'm not doing it. I can't. Keeping this secret from my mom has been hard enough and yesterday, I took this gigantor shot and I feel like I've had three to many macchiatos. I mean why does she do this, why does she always come to me first and just expect me-" Hanna let out a laugh as she cut her off there, a hand going to Emily's cheek as she rolled her eyes, "Okay, are you going to breathe or are you just going to keep talking until you pass out?"
"Sorry, hormones." Hanna had been pregnant, she knew all about hormones, and whilst Emily wasn't pregnant, she imagined it was pretty much the same as she had been when she was pregnant with Henry. "Look, just tell Alison you're busy," She shrugged, as though it was that easy, and she supposed it was because Emily relaxed and ran her fingers through her hair, "I don't know why I didn't think of that." A momentary pause, and she cocked her head to the side, rolling her eyes at herself, "Hormones."
"Okay, well can you keep them in check for like ten minutes because you're about to walk into an apartment with a little boy who doesn't understand crazy woman hormones." They both laughed before they carried on walking towards the apartment they were both staying in, neither of them saying another word about Alison, the new A or Charlotte.
Hanna felt bad, hours later, dumping Henry on Spencer so she could go to her mother's house and ask her the burning question that had been running through her head since she had been sent away from the Police station with the words 'you're free to go'. Sat on the barstool she had been sitting in when she had confessed everything to the woman, she looked up when Ashley walked into the kitchen, "Oh, hi! I didn't know you were coming by."
Again, Hanna didn't have time or the patience for small talk as she raised a brow, "If I ask you a question are you going to promise not to lie to me?"
"Hanna, I'm running late."
"Why did you do it, mom?"
Ashley shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know what you're talking about." Causing her daughter to scoff, "Yes you do, the exact footage of the night Charlotte was murdered goes missing and you don't know what I'm talking about? I don't buy it." The next words that fell from her mouth made Hanna stand up, folding her arms, wondering what else she could have expected. Deniability, it was the best thing to do when the individual was guilty. Deny, deny, deny. "Are you really going to make me accuse you?"
"I'd rather you didn't, especially when I had nothing to do with it."
"So the fact that it went missing the day I told you what I did, that's just a coincidence?"
"I suppose it is... Hanna, the police haven't come knocking with a warrant. The only person who suspects that drive is in this house, is you." Hanna sighed, "Just tell me where it is and I'll get rid of it."
She couldn't mention the fact she had gotten a text earlier with the person she thought was Sara Harvey demanding to get the back up tape for themselves. She had no idea what she thought would happen if she didn't get it to them, but she wasn't sure she could risk finding out. She was a mother, he was meant to come first and putting him in danger was out of the question, even if it meant giving Sara something she had wanted to keep hidden. "Hanna, the drive is gone."
"Gone? Did you...?"
Ashley rolled her eyes at the young woman, grabbing her bag from the side as she got ready to leave, "Just be grateful your mistake has been erased. Don't think about this, you have better things to worry about – like Henry, for example."
"Fine. I won't bring it up again." With a shrug of her shoulders, she kissed her mother on the cheek before she grabbed her own bag and walked out of the house, with absolutely no intention of actually leaving. It only took a moment to walk around the house, waiting for the sound of the car engine to start before she opened up the back door and stepped back into the kitchen she had been in moments before, determined to find the drive and give it to the person who seemingly had no intention of involving the Police in whatever the hell they had planned. Hanna wasn't sure she wanted to find out, and the only way of doing so was by giving them what they wanted.
Even with help from Aria, Hanna still found her hands empty as she turned up at Spencer's barn, biting down on her lip before she knocked the door gently. Caleb was the only option she had left, or she would have found herself exhausting every other option, but she had no idea what else she was meant to do. Luckily, Spencer had already gotten him involved in everything, so he understood when she had sent him a text explaining she needed his help.
When he opened the door, she gave him a small smile, "Thanks for this," Was all she said as he invited her inside and pointed towards his laptop. She could see a large drive that she supposed was meant for her, and she moved to sit down on the couch, flinching when he sat down next to her. "I promise this will pass for the real drive." Caleb said, pulling it out of the laptop, handing it to the blonde before she pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to the unknown number to let them know that she had the drive.
"I'm glad you came to me," His hand moved to hers, and Hanna had to force herself to keep her hand where it was, "You know you can always come to me." She wondered if that was true, if he actually meant those words or if he was just saying them because it was the nice thing to say. He was so lovely, so kind, but Hanna wondered if any of those personality traits meant anything when their relationship had been destroyed a few years prior. Instead of voicing her concerns, she just nodded, "Yeah, I know."
She looked down when her phone pinged, notifying her of a message on where to drop the drive, and she did her best not to focus on the word alley too much. Her chest hurt, her stomach churned and her face paled; she hadn't stepped foot in a single alleyway since that night, just the thought was enough to bring on a horrific panic attack which she was luckily distracted from by Spencer walking into the Barn, halfway through a sentence before she realised that Caleb was not alone.
Caleb's eyes looked down at Hanna's phone, taking in the text before he looked up at the other woman in the room and pulled his hand from the blonde's, so not to hurt her. "I was just leaving, sorry.." Hanna said awkwardly, as she stood up and tucked the drive into her bag along with her phone, confused when Caleb stood up as well, apologising to Spencer as he walked towards the door.
"Uh, what are you doing?" Hanna asked, following behind him, not missing the small smile Spencer gave her as the woman moved to sit down on the couch the other two had just vacated. "You think I'm going to let you go to a strange alley on your own to drop off a drive to someone who may or may not be out to hurt you?" He scoffed and gently placed a hand on her lower back to push her out of the door, rolling his eyes playfully, "And they say chivalry is dead."
The drive there was silent, Hanna didn't know what to say as she held her bag close to her chest, wondering if he had wrapped his head around the words she had spoken to him the other night. He hadn't mentioned it, but he somehow wasn't looking at her with as much hatred as he had been before. He was offering to keep her safe, protecting her when Hanna felt completely and utterly vulnerable at just the thought of walking towards that trash can to make a drop that should have been simple and easy.
Once they had gotten there, Hanna paused, staring down at where she was meant to be, her breathing heavy and quick, not able to take her eyes from the brown trash can she could just about see. It was meant to be easy, just a few steps and she could have it in there and be out of there before she even could contemplate what had happened the last time she had found herself in an alley. She felt sick at the thought, and Caleb's comforting hand on her shoulder only served to make that uncomfortable feeling increase.
Caleb had no idea what was going on, he had been thinking about what Hanna had said to him before, but he had no idea what conclusion he was meant to draw from those words. Or rather, he didn't want to think of the worst case scenarios that had haunted his sleep that night. Her reaction was enough to fill him with terrified concern, before he took her bag from her and searched through it for the drive, "I'll do it," He told her, giving her a small smile and a shrug, before he stepped past the imaginary line Hanna had drawn in her head, the line she wasn't able to cross as though somehow, danger lurked in the non-existent shadows.
When he came back, she wiped at the tears that had fallen whilst he was gone, her breathing still heavy but eventually, calming down as she looked at him. They moved back towards the car, and Hanna sent a quick text to Aria to let her know that the deed had been done, before she heard Caleb take a deep breath. He was thinking, about to say something and her thoughts were confirmed when he turned to her, "What you said the other night..." He trailed off and gulped, "I've been thinking and thinking, I mean it's all I have been able to think about since you said it. I need you to tell me what happened, Hanna..."
Her grip tightened on her phone, refusing to meet his eyes before she nodded her head, "Not here." She whispered, "Spencer will be with Aria by now, we can go back to the barn?" He nodded his head in agreement, and started the engine, driving in silence as Hanna ran through the words in her head. She repeated them over and over, trying to convince herself that the three words were easy to say – I was raped – it was just three words but somehow seemed increasingly daunting with each passing second.
By the time they got to their intended destination, her palms were sweating, the walls seemed to be closing in on her when she walked into the empty place Caleb and Spencer were staying in during their time in Rosewood. "I was raped," She blurted it out, as she had done with Spencer, but with intention this time. She had repeated those words so many times but always in her head, and now they were out there and Caleb gave a small nod of her head. She could see the tears in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall as he took in those words – she knew that he already knew that, but hadn't been willing to admit them to himself. She had barely been able to accept that it had happened to her for such a long time, she could see he was struggling to come to terms with the fact he had walked out on her after something so horrific had happened.
"I..." He was lost for words, he hated himself more than he ever had before, but he couldn't focus on how he felt about it right then. Not when Hanna was standing in front of him, on the verge of tears, waiting for him to say something about the words she had just spoken. "I'm so sorry, Hanna... I'm so, so sorry." He sighed and moved closer to her, leaning down to press his lips to her forehead, running his fingers through her hair as she let out a gentle sob, "Why didn't you tell me? You should have told me, everything could have been so different... we could have worked it all out and you wouldn't have been alone, Han..."
Hanna flinched, stepping back as she shook her head; suddenly, an unknown bitter resentment, and anger reared it's ugly head as she stared at the man in front of her, wiping at the tears that had previously fallen, "What? Different? You think I could just be fixed by your love? No, fuck you, Caleb! You can't just find out about this and wonder why the fuck I didn't tell you, what the hell would you have done? Brought Henry up as your own and tried to convince me that moving on from the fact some guy pulled me into an alley and ruined everything good in my life, is easy?!" She took another step back, her head shaking vigorously, "No, no, I've been... for the past few years, I've been so concerned with you forgiving me. I've gone over this conversation in my head although I never thought it would actually happen and I was wondering if you would ever forgive me but what if I don't forgive you? I've blamed myself since it happened, I hated myself for letting you leave without knowing the truth. I should have told you, I'm not pretending otherwise, but you're not blameless."
Caleb let her speak, because he could see the distress on her face, the tears in her eyes, the way her chest rose in sharp, uneven breaths, he didn't say a single word as he forced out every word that fell from her lips. "You just assumed, Caleb..." The anger was dying down and all that he could see in front of him was a terrified person who had been through so much on her own, because of him. "You just assumed that I had cheated on you, there was no other explanation other than the fact I jumped into bed with some other guy despite the fact, in the six years we have known each other, I never gave you one reason to ever think I was that kind of person. I loved you, I loved you so much and I still do because I'm an idiot who thought that if you ever found out, then it would all magically be okay! But it's not, I didn't know that it's not okay until right now... I thought, I thought you would find out and you would forgive me and I would fall into your arms and I would finally be safe but it's not okay..."
The blonde gulped, looking down as the tears began to fall again, "You didn't think any better of me than to think I would cheat on you. You finally forgive me?" He could only give a small nod of his head, one he immediately regretted when she shook her head and moved to walk past him, "I don't forgive you."
