[ She doesn't let go of his arm, but her gaze drops; her heart trembles in her chest. She doesn't want to listen to this. She doesn't want to hear what he's saying, but running away won't change it. People are the same everywhere. How often has she said that? It feels like a cycle. How many times has she thought that?
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How many times is this going to happen?
Her jaw trembles. ]
... is it already too late?