[h1]Lilly Miller[/h1]
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Lilly's eyes went wide. She tried to back away, but she forgot she was sitting down, so she just fell on her back. She snatched up her laptop and scrambled to her feet. Why did she have to be like this? She could have just said "I'd rather not talk about it," it would have been fine. Why didn't she do that?!

"I-I never-I never knew who they were!" Lilly stammered, nearly losing control of her voice. "I thought they were just some working for some bourgeois asshole or something, I-I didn't think they were fucking [i]terrorists![/i]" She was losing control. She could feel eyes on her. She couldn't handle it. [i]Holy shit.[/i] She needed to calm down, at least a little bit. [i]One deep breath… Pause… Breathe out… Ok, maybe one more time...[/i]

"Look, I'm sorry," Lilly said, more softly this time. "You're right, I shouldn't treat it so casually like that. What I was going through back then is [i]really[/i] hard for me to talk about, or even think about. I try to just gloss over it… But I had my reasons for what I did, and I certainly never wanted to hurt anyone…"

She tried to look him in the eye. It was hard to tell exactly where that was at the moment. He seemed so nice a minute ago...

"Do you want to hurt me?" She asked.