Moira’s eyes widened in disbelief, her heart racing as soon as the words left her lips. She hadn’t meant for them to come out like that, not in the heat of an argument, not when everything felt so fragile between you two. But there they were, hanging in the air like an unspeakable truth that couldn’t be taken back.

Her breath hitched in her throat as the weight of what she just said sank in. The look on your face told her everything. The shock, the confusion—it was too much for her to bear. She had always been so guarded, always careful to hide the depth of her feelings, especially when she thought you didn’t feel the same. She didn’t want to be vulnerable, to show that side of herself. But now it was out there, raw and unfiltered, and she didn’t know how to take it back.

Moira stood frozen, her body stiff, her mind racing for something—anything—to say, but the words wouldn’t come. The fight, the words you had both thrown at each other, seemed so insignificant now compared to the gravity of her confession. She wanted to reach out to you, to explain herself, to apologize for everything that had gone wrong. But she felt paralyzed, unsure of how you’d react, unsure of how to move forward from this.

She glanced down at her hands, trembling slightly, the adrenaline from the argument still coursing through her veins. She could feel her face heating up with embarrassment, a sense of dread creeping up her spine. Was this it? Had she ruined everything? Had she made you see her as nothing more than a mess of emotions, as someone who couldn’t control her feelings?

Her chest tightened as she waited for your response, desperately hoping you wouldn’t pull away, that you wouldn’t see her as just another mistake. She wanted to explain, to make things right, but she was terrified of what you’d say, of how this would change things between you two.