You hurt her. She thought you’d at least warn her of the wound you were about to create. The pain that it would cause. The reason you did it. There was no explanation; Maybe it’s because she didn’t give you one when you needed it. Though now it has all unfolded. Scars have been made, and the wounds are taking their sweet time to finish healing. Just when she thinks they’ve finished, something ends up scratching them once more. You posses the antidote, but you don’t give it, and she doesn’t know why. Why don’t you give it to her? Maybe you have a secret that explains it all. You two promised no secrets though, right? Though does the rule count if the subject of the secret never arises? Aside from that, she has a secret of her own. She has the ability to inflict an even deeper wound on you. It would singe forever. Yet she knows that since it would be so painful, perhaps even more than equal to the pain you’ve caused her, she can’t bring herself to do it. An eye for an eye doesn’t apply here, she knows that. So she’s cautious with her desires, and refrains from making any counterattack. Even as her wounds continue attempting to heal, she doesn’t dare make you feel the same. All she wants is for the attacks to end, for the wounds to heal, for a declaration of peace, but it appears as though it will never come. So until then, she continues to heal. She looks for someone to provide an antidote. Perhaps it’s not the exact antidote she needs, but it will have to suffice.