Justine leaned against him, her fingers curling against his shirt as she felt her heart break in two. "Harry..." She whispered his name. "I'm so sorry. I-" Her voice caught. "I don't know how to love. Not like everyone else." Justine closed her eyes and leaned against him, taking both comfort and pain from his hug.

It was so hard for her to try and explain how she felt. She hadn't grown up with love and even the affection that her and Thomas shared was distant. She couldn't afford to truly love. The cost was too high but more than that, she didn't know how.

"I want to love you." She whispered softly, not expecting him to hear her. "You deserve someone who can love you."