"I don't know how to get to that place," she blurts, voice soft and riddled with emotion. Tears are pricking the backs of her eyes, turning his skin and bedsheets hazy around the edges. "I don't know how to be happy again. I thought this--I thought doing this would help, but I've only made a bigger mess of things."

She grimaces, trying to hold back her emotions. She doesn't even notice the way her grip has gone tighter around his hand, her heart aching when he tells her that he cares. She isn't sure what to say to that (maybe that's why you never picked up the phone), so she's forced to settle for silent, helpless tears.