The boy was crying. she was still hurt by it, but she could not know what was happening.
She: Why are you crying?
He: Because I'm hurting.
She: What? Why?
He: I hurt when you hurt.
She: You know how to heal our wounds?
He: I'll be fine when you're happy, no matter whether it be with another boy, I see you happy.
She: I'm only happy with you. We will be happy again?
He: And our past?
She: I hate to see you cry, so stop your tears and listen: I still love you and want to heal our wounds.
He: You'll never regret it.
She did not repent. And it? Never get hurt.