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ot much has changed. She's still quiet, still holding something bac

time, that pressure only deepens the wounds. But God, it's hard jus

by the early morning light filtering through the curt

so fucking per

-kissed skin to those burning hazel eyes that shift between fierce and

s my

she always complains about. Her breathing is steady, rhythmic-comforting. And

ally are... I guess I'll just have to r

. Shaky. Maybe a

ant to come up for air. And your smile-that tiny curve on your face-it brightens my whole day like it

ll of you. You're the strongest person I've ever met. A whole damn star co

still asleep. That I didn't just say all of

th

eard

ut her smile is wide a

u scare me sometimes. You say stuff like that and it f

houlder. It doesn't hurt, but I

my soul and y

nd anyone else. Then slowly, she starts to curl around

ter a panic attack. It'

se, my eyes tracing the cracks in t

h her sleep again. Her chest rising and fall

s pe

ow t

. is for her to

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s me before t

es. Burnt e

scent is real. Comforting. Familiar. I blink the sleep from m

s co

only mean

's o

r

think I've earned a little moment of peace. A pla

her hands busy when her head won't stop spinning. It's we

n. She's holding a tray piled high with food-pancakes, sco

er express

ed to

t in the room like

akfast doesn't feel s

should h

A delicious scam, dressed up

nything, and guide her to sit. If this is goin

rom me, her posture to

ing about this. A t

t going t

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