[She opens her mouth, closes it, and shakes her head for a moment. It's that painful to answer, and she'd rather not lose complete control of her emotions in the small cafe. Not that bottling them up helped. She could feel the cold and numbness running up her arms and tightening in her chest as it often did when she thought of her marriage.
She exhales, softly. The tightness doesn't fade.]
For everything that's happened, he is still my husband. And this world might be our last chance... to have anything. For him to start over, if... that's what he truly wants to do.
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[She opens her mouth, closes it, and shakes her head for a moment. It's that painful to answer, and she'd rather not lose complete control of her emotions in the small cafe. Not that bottling them up helped. She could feel the cold and numbness running up her arms and tightening in her chest as it often did when she thought of her marriage.
She exhales, softly. The tightness doesn't fade.]
For everything that's happened, he is still my husband. And this world might be our last chance... to have anything. For him to start over, if... that's what he truly wants to do.