"All at once she broke down again big heaving cries that left her shoulders shaking. Jeremy felt his throat constrict. There was nothing worse than the sound of a woman crying, and he found himself wanting to comfort her. "There, there," he murmured. "It’ll be okay, whatever it is".

"No, it wont" she blubbered. "Its not going to be okay. Its never going to be okay."

"What is it?"

It took a long time before she was able to regain some semblance of control. Finally, she faced him with red, puffy eyes.

"I killed my cat," she announced.

There were a lot of things he’d expected her to say. Perhaps she was overwhelmed by the changes in her life, for instance. Or maybe, in the surge of hormones, she had found herself missing her parents. He had no doubt her emotional outburst had to do with the pregnancy, but this was not the sort of comment he could ever have anticipated. All he could do was stare.

"Your cat?" He asked at last.

She nodded and reached for another tissue, talking through her sobs. "I....killed....it".

"Huh", Jeremy said. Frankly, he didn’t know what else to say. He’d never seen a cat around her place, never heard her talk about a cat. Didn’t even know she liked cats.

Meanwhile, she went on, her voice still raspy. He could tell by her body language that she’d been hurt by his comment. "That’s...all you can...say?"

He was at a loss. Should he agree with her? You really shouldn’t have killed the cat. Should he empathize? That’s okay. The cat deserved it. Should he support her? I still think you’re a good person, even if you did kill the cat. At the same time, he was frantically searching his memory, trying to figure out if there actually had been a cat, and if so, what its name was. Or how on earth he’d gone this long without every seeing it.

(She accidently killed her cat when it snuck in the dryer)

She sobbed even harder. "But....don’t you ....see?"

"See what?"

"That.....I’ll be a.... terrible mother. I....I locked my poor cat.... in the dryer...."

-Nicholas Sparks: At First Sight

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That's gonna be me. I can see it now. I feel like that sometimes.

I love it when writers try to explain the mind of a male. Kinda of thinking outloud. Reminds me of why I love the movie "About a Boy". Hugh Grant is so blunt verbally with his thoughts and when he's not the movie still lets him think out loud. Its shallow to know the mind of a male, but still, at least they're honest.

I love his books, I'm not sure why there are some key subjects that Nicholas Sparks cannot write about (at least tastefully for me), but there is always one or two parts that I can absolutely relate with. Simple things like how I feel with fights in relationships, long distant relationships, fears of parenthood, pains of the past, boys in general, etc. I always find a few pages I just want to frame cuz it displays my feelings so loverly like.