Elia Fletcher

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I held Noel close and pressed her into my body with my hands at the small of her back. She placed her hands on my chest, and I lowered my forehead to hers, trying to decide how on earth I was going to walk out of that apartment when my time was up and pretend like everything about me hadn’t changed.
Elia Fletcher
Their foreheads are touching 🥹
Christmas in Spite of You
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