"Maybe you should have figured that out before you showed up on my doorstep."
When he turned around, Brooke felt another wave of nausea pass through her stomach. She didn't want this; she didn't want him leaving with her angry at him. She didn't want him leaving, period. But it was too hard to let go of that anger, now that she had a hold of it.
Something about it helped convince her that she could get through this, that if she just stayed angry enough eventually she wouldn't care anymore. She wouldn't have to deal with crying over him again, or worrying about him. Anger was easier than heartbreak.
When she spoke again, though, her voice was calmer. It sounded as if she wanted him to stay, like she was on the verge of forgiving him and all she needed was a little push.
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When he turned around, Brooke felt another wave of nausea pass through her stomach. She didn't want this; she didn't want him leaving with her angry at him. She didn't want him leaving, period. But it was too hard to let go of that anger, now that she had a hold of it.
Something about it helped convince her that she could get through this, that if she just stayed angry enough eventually she wouldn't care anymore. She wouldn't have to deal with crying over him again, or worrying about him. Anger was easier than heartbreak.
When she spoke again, though, her voice was calmer. It sounded as if she wanted him to stay, like she was on the verge of forgiving him and all she needed was a little push.
"Dean, wait."