“Sometimes I remember that I can’t always protect those I love.” Under his fingers, her hair was soft and silky. She didn’t try to tell him that he wasn’t God, that he couldn’t protect everyone. He knew that. But knowing and believing were two different things. What she did say succeeded in stopping his heart. “I wish you’d love me.” “Why?” “Because then maybe you could protect me, too.” Haunting sorrow whispered through her tone.
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