“Don’t reduce me to the years I’ve lived. I’ve watched a woman I love be murdered and die. I’m watching my own mother suffer and fucking wither away every single day,” I said, chin tilted, eyes burning in my skull. “You don’t have to return or even like my feelings for you, but I will not be ashamed of the way I feel. You’re my white knight, and it doesn’t matter if you’re too old or too outlaw or too whatever else you want to throw at me. I know in my bones that I’ll always feel this way about you. You see me, Henning, even when I feel invisible, even when I want desperately to remain unseen.
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