Rosemary's face immediately lit up. She was so worried that he would say no. She was up almost all night, trying to figure out what to do. All it took was five minutes to solve her problems if she actually talked to someone. "Oh my god, thank you," she whispered. Relief filled the blonde's features as she stared at James. She didn't know what to say next.
"No no, don't worry about me," she shook her head. She genuinely didn't want anyone to feel sorry for her. It made her feel like she was even more of a victim than she thought she was before. "It's in the past now, I honestly don't care," she said with a bit of uncertainty. In all honesty, she did care. She constantly cared about what happened to her. Maybe if she wasn't born, or if she ended her own life things would be better.
She glanced down at her lap, slipping her hand back over to her side. She felt that their contact had lingered a little too long. She didn't even know if he felt that way and she didn't want to seem creepy. An idea popped into her mind, she grimaced. "Do you ever wonder what would happen if you didn't disappear? I don't mean to pry..."
"No no, don't worry about me," she shook her head. She genuinely didn't want anyone to feel sorry for her. It made her feel like she was even more of a victim than she thought she was before. "It's in the past now, I honestly don't care," she said with a bit of uncertainty. In all honesty, she did care. She constantly cared about what happened to her. Maybe if she wasn't born, or if she ended her own life things would be better.
She glanced down at her lap, slipping her hand back over to her side. She felt that their contact had lingered a little too long. She didn't even know if he felt that way and she didn't want to seem creepy. An idea popped into her mind, she grimaced. "Do you ever wonder what would happen if you didn't disappear? I don't mean to pry..."