When she felt what she felt when she saw Michael and Nika embracing outside the conjungal room, she knew something was wrong. She wasn't supposed to be feeling anything at all. No, she wouldn't dwell on that. And when she sighed inwardly when he explained that his marraige was just a deal, she had to get out as fast as possible before she hugged him in relief. When her 심장 sagged at the sight of him in Ad-Seg, she started seriously doubting herself. Her soft desperate voice scared her 더 많이 than it was supposed to comfort him. She was frightened that this time she couldn't fix him and if she couldn't do that, she'd never be mended, she'd remain broken in the worst possible way. The 다음 time she saw him, he looked amazingly good, she didn't mean to smile that way, she was just so happy to see her old Michael back. The ashtray was her undoing, then she went and held onto his wrist, pouring her 심장 out. Gosh, that was so wrong. The 키스 was the last thing she expected. The rose was 더 많이 than enough. The 키스 was nearly perfect if it wasn't so against everything. Later when he would confess, she'd hold onto it to have something that felt real. The overdose would be her own doing, but just after accepting that he'd left her. Not that he'd used her. Not that she'd been part of the plan. No that he'd left her. Forever.