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She just wanted to hear him say it.
Slowly, but surely she was dying inside, the emotions of the last few weeks had taken their toll. They had brought him back many nights ago now, and the time had passed in a daze. He didn't speak to her, he barely spared a glance in her direction. It was worse than him hating her, that she could live with, that she could understand. This was torture.
He didn't even have to say it, he could give her some orders, yell at her to do something. Anything to escape this nothingness. It didn't feel right, Jack with his sharp tongue, that was apt to run away from him, not saying a word to her.
Just a few words that's all she wanted, it would bring her feelings of shame to an end, to know that he understood, and most of all; he forgave her for what she had done to him.
I forgive you.