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"You're… trembling" Blaine's delicate voice broke into her fears. Slowly, she turned her misty eyes to look at him—fear, anxiety and worry were displaying in her large brown eyeballs. She can't help but feel so insecure about this whole meeting. 

She isn't comfortable with it – in fact, she has a bad feeling about this shit. 

But, Annalise had to agree on coming. If Blaine's not afraid, then why should she. 

"I can't help it. I'm fucking scared. Why don't we turn back, Blaine? It's not too late. We've just…"

"Annalise" he called softly, breaking apart her rushed statement. Her shaking eyes refused to leave his face, her hand squeezing his a little. 

Can't he feel her worries? He should be suggesting they should go back home. On second thought, she also wanted to come. 

Fuck. Annalise's so damn confused—she can't even understand herself anymore.