She pulls her arm from my grip gently, “I don’t hate you, Gabriel. I know I said it, but I don’t. I’m not sure I could anymore but what happened, it won’t happen again.” “I hurt you.” She nods, “I’ll admit that.” “They were just words, Amelia.” She smiles softly, a real smile but not one that spoke of happiness, “Words are sharper than knives.”
