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my old apartment building, tears blurring my vision

guess when you're drowning, you'll grab o

ck GMC Sierra screeched

nd was wearing a simple black T-shirt that stretched acros

over me.

knees. "It's no use. When my dad make

I heard him sigh. He bent down an

oice was close, his warm br

lue eyes. In the dim glow of the street

ve the hospital right

, my thr

roblem," he said sim

are we

m but not painful, and guided me to the passen

her and his clean, soap-like smell. I pressed myself against t

starting the engine, he glanced at me. His gaze droppe

broken only by the sound of our breathing

ward me with

body pressing hard a

ividual strands of his long eyelashes. My heart ha

ath away from me and

ic

he murmured, his breath fanning across my cheek. I

my face, spreading all the

e between us, and lifted a hand. His thumb gently brushed away the tea

h calluses, yet impossibly warm. M

dropping to a low murmur. "You'

expression once again cool and distant, as if the last

calm my racing heart. It's an act, I

he warmth of his touch... t

rb. "What... what are you going

has a future son-in-law worth

him. "Now? B

moment on, you're not begging him to stay. You're sharing your good news

like I was in a dream. This man seemed to have b

Massachusetts General Hospital, bette

nce, each step feeling unsteady, as if I were walking on clouds.