[God she even sounds as devoid of genuine sympathy as he was expecting. Matt sniffles and backs himself slowly over to the wall, crouching down on the floor while gripping his coffee like a claw from above and dangling it over his knee. Running his other hand over the back of his head through his hair, he lowers his head and sighs.]
There had to be. I wasn't- I wasn't ready. To let her go.
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There had to be. I wasn't- I wasn't ready. To let her go.