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I’m stuck in the spot he left me in, contemplating a question I had never once considered before.
I look between the two men, who seem to be exchanging words that are silent to the female ear. I think this is the part of West Side Story when they start snapping and walking towards each other. Why, I have absolutely no idea.
Each one filled up a tiny space in my heart. Little gestures that made me feel seen, and more importantly, made me realise that Willow doesn’t only have me in her corner.
He jerks back, eyes narrowing. “No way, Chloe. I wouldn’t do that. I’m not going anywhere.” Does he know how long I have wanted to hear someone say that to me? To feel in my bones that they mean it?
“Chloe, I could go on forever about how wrong I was. How incredible you are…” He clears his throat. “How much I love you.” I tense from surprise. He loves me.
I’ve got Warren, man of few words, giving speeches and making lists out loud. I feel powerful.
“A dove is a symbol of peace.” He reaches towards me, holding my cheek in his palm. “That’s what you are to me… peace.”