[He doesn't speak another moment, his breaths painting the picture that he's composing himself on the other end. Gone is the anger from his voice when he finally finds his words, now replaced with that undeniable melancholy he's still trying to push down.]
Right. I... I just wanted to protect you for a change. I messed up.
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Date: 2012-02-25 07:52 am (UTC)Right. I... I just wanted to protect you for a change. I messed up.
[Another breath, shaky.]
I am sorry, Momo. For everything.
[Click.]