we are worried, they say. you can tell us it’s fine, they continue.
i have nothing to confess she thinks. there is nothing to hide. but by time, she realises that actually, there’s nothing hidden from what they were concerned about. they’re worried and even though she’s got used to it by now, she does not want them to worry. to be honest, the concerns become offensive she often feels. yet she does have a confession. but it is not of what they expected. it is not what they want to hear. it’s a simple thing, something most people have encountered which makes it even more trivial in her eyes. it’s silly really.
so
even now
she cannot bear uttering the words
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