You check over her just to make sure.

 

Nothing is scratched or hurt, except for the blood and scars made by your accident all that time ago.

 

She smiles at you, trying to calm both herself and you.

 

But you can't. It was by your hand that this happened.

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That the truth was shown.

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You try to forget the incident, and try to play more with her.

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Taking her hand, you head out of the park, away from your mistake.