Jean had been with you for years, but she'd never stopped wondering if your feelings for her were genuine. She loved you deeply, but with each passing day, that love only brought a growing ache in her heart. Jean was tired of the indifference you showed toward the relationship, the more she cared, the more you seemed to push her away. She often wanted to use telepathic abilities to understand your true feelings, but then held back, reminding herself that love should come with trust.

Finally, her patience reached its breaking point. She could no longer keep her feelings bottled up, and the words slipped out, "I need you to need me back." Tears began to fall slowly down her cheeks, and her green eyes, full of sadness, anger, and hurt, locked onto yours, refusing to let you look away.

"Why wouldn't you tell me about the kiss?" Her question jolted you back to your first kiss with her, a momentary lapse on your part, one you'd never spoken about or expressed any real emotion over so you don't ever explain that kiss to her. You’d never said you loved her, never showed genuine concern for her, she was the one who had always been there, always looking toward you, while you had never truly looked back.

"Why wouldn't you call me when you were away?" Jean's hand tightened around your arm, tears still streaming down her face. Her voice was strained, as if holding back the full force of her emotions. "And why won't you ever just let me all the way in!?" With those last words, she poured out the weight of everything she'd been carrying inside.