“The necklace you do wear, that ring… Is it mine?” “Yes,” he whispers. “You’ve been wearing it all this time.” With the soft nod of his head, I feel as if some gate inside me has just opened, flooding me with every feeling I’ve repressed for all these years. Suddenly, I’m drowning in it. Drowning in him. “Why, Leo?” “It was a good luck charm at first, when I was sure that you were coming back. When I thought that you were still mine. It made me feel close to you, the same way the ocean makes me feel close to my mom.” His jaw flexes, and he refuses to meet my eyes. “Then, it became a reminder
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