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26 декабря 2022 г., 21:48
I think back to the look on his face in bed earlier, the desperation in his gaze that he was mere glass in my hands, and my chest squeezes tight. How hard must it be for him, for someone we all forget too often was raised without an ounce of love in his life, to open up and trust again, when the first time he did…I just forgot about him like he never mattered at all?
“Hey,” he tells me, like he can read my thoughts. “I’d do it all over again to end up here with you.”
“I don’t know why,” I whisper. “After what I did to you—”
