"What? What are you even saying? What are you trying to say?' Her voice began cracking up, she couldn't take it in, it was too much for her.
He took a deep breath. "Cat,' he muttered.
"You haven't said the words that I want to hear and you have to say it now,'
"Cat,' he said again.
"Lance, what do you mean by those words, you have to tell me,' she curiously interrogated.
"Cat, I told you. You have to think of..."
"There is nothing to think about, Lance,' she cried out. "I want to know, so start talking,'
"Cat..." He reiterated, again and again, he didn't want to say this to her, he didn't want to.
'Spill it,' she cried out and tears began streaming down her face as she clenched her fist as if she was ready to give him a hard punch across his face if he didn't say anything.
