She stared at him before looking away uncomfortably. "You need to know," she said quietly, "that all of the shit that happened- it's all this kind of stuff, Jax. It's all this heavy. And- I am doing my best... my best, to not dump it on you. Every day, I'm scared that you're going to say someone's name, and- you can read me like a book, Jax. You always have been able to, and..."
She sighed, running her hand over her face. "Maybe..." She paused and she lowered her voice. "Maybe this isn't right, anymore." She said it so quietly that she felt like she was breathing the words, and she looked down at her hands. "Maybe... it's a choice, and now I'm the one who's going to drag you back, like Charming can't let go of you."
Tara's eyes burned as she looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "You had a different life before I showed up here. You built something good and new and it wasn't the club, it had nothing to do with the club." And all she could remember was him showing up with that extra stack of cash. She couldn't believe what she was saying, but she didn't know what else to do.
"I love you, but I don't want to be a walking ghost for you. I'm not her, Jax. I'm not the person you left when you went to Belfast. She's gone, and there's no way to bring that back."
She had no idea how long she could keep it all a secret. Already, the cracks were beginning to show, and it'd only been a month. She didn't see what he did - and wasn't as brutally optimistic as he'd been.
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She sighed, running her hand over her face. "Maybe..." She paused and she lowered her voice. "Maybe this isn't right, anymore." She said it so quietly that she felt like she was breathing the words, and she looked down at her hands. "Maybe... it's a choice, and now I'm the one who's going to drag you back, like Charming can't let go of you."
Tara's eyes burned as she looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "You had a different life before I showed up here. You built something good and new and it wasn't the club, it had nothing to do with the club." And all she could remember was him showing up with that extra stack of cash. She couldn't believe what she was saying, but she didn't know what else to do.
"I love you, but I don't want to be a walking ghost for you. I'm not her, Jax. I'm not the person you left when you went to Belfast. She's gone, and there's no way to bring that back."
She had no idea how long she could keep it all a secret. Already, the cracks were beginning to show, and it'd only been a month. She didn't see what he did - and wasn't as brutally optimistic as he'd been.