#Chapter25
/"I'm going to hate myself for this,/" he murmurs, his hands dragging down my arms. /"I don't deserve you, not after what I've done./"
His hands come to my face, brushing back my hair and caressing my cheeks, one drops and the other hand runs down to my jaw. I grab his stray hand and hold it in between my own, covering it and bringing it to the center of my chest. /"I'll forgive you, I just need time. I need to see that you're willing to open up to me. No more trying to push me away. No more trying to hurt me./"
I feel different. I have never felt like this before. There is an anxious feeling growing inside of me, making my chest hurt. Looking at James now, looking at some unknown version of him I didn't know existed, I feel anxious—nervous in ways that I can't quite understand. He's hurt me, I know that. People hurt others. I've hurt people in my life, maybe not as harshly as he's hurt me, but I believe in forgiveness, I think.