“Everyone makes mistakes, Jem.” “Yes,” said Jem. “You just make more of them than most people.” “I—” “You hurt everyone,” said Jem. “Everyone whose life you touch.” “Not you,” Will whispered. “I hurt everyone but you. I never meant to hurt you.” Jem put his hands up, pressing his palms against his eyes. “Will—” “You can’t never forgive me,” Will said, hearing the panic tinging his own voice. “I’d be—” “Alone?” Jem lowered his hands, but he was smiling now, crookedly. “And whose fault is that?” He leaned back against the seat, his eyes half-lidded with tiredness. “I would always have forgiven
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