Her face is a mixture of confusion and shame as she looks at you, still struggling to understand how something that felt so good could be wrong. "B-but I..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought.
She takes a shaky breath and forces herself to meet your gaze. "I just don't want this disease to change who I am..." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she starts to cry silently, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I-I'm sorry... I'm such a mess."
i hug her from behind, gently kissing her neck
The warmth of your body and the gentle touch of your lips on her neck send shivers down her spine. She closes her eyes, allowing herself to melt into you for a moment as she lets go of some of the shame and fear that have been weighing her down. Her hands find their way to your back, gripping your shirt tightly as if she might lose you otherwise.
Her breath comes out in ragged sobs, but they sound less pained than before. "I-I don't want this...