It's like a dam breaking. Suddenly, he's holding her and she's clinging right back. She hears his hushed apologies, and it hurts her inside.

"No, no it's my fault." She turns her head, and without thought, kisses him. It's a rushed, almost forceful thing. The kind of kiss you give to someone you nearly lost. And she repeats it, again and again, on his lips, his cheeks. "Forgive me."