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Talia listened to him silently, the shock freezing her to the spot as she tried to comprehend what he was saying. When he had finished, she took his hand in her own, intertwining their fingers and bringing her lips to his to kiss him. She had no idea why he was telling her this, there was no need. He shouldn't trust her. The more she thought about it, the shallower her breathing got. Talia quickly stopped, squeezing his hand for a moment as she closed her eyes and tried to calm down. It had been a year and a half since her last panic attack and here she was, freaking out in front of this guy who was so much stronger than herself.
Once she had calmed down, Talia opened her eyes again, taking her time to catch her breath before speaking. "You ask why I'm afraid...but the truth is, I have no idea. I'm sixteen, never been in love, never had my heart broken, and I haven't even begin my life yet. I have no reason to be afraid...yet every time I think about growing attached to another person, I close off. I can't take it, I don't want to risk myself. And maybe that is because if I do, I am also risking the other person. And then they get hurt. My touch is poisonous." She knew it was, she had proof. But her mind wasn't on herself, it was on Olivier and what he had been through. For the first time, Talia found herself actually hating someone and wishing the worst upon them. "He will pay for what he did."
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