“I painted you here months ago. The same stars Clara wished on every chance she got.” He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear as a tear drips from my eye and seeps into my arm. “Millie, she pointed me right to you.” My chest aches and my lips quiver from trying to hold back my sobs. “I wish you could see how much you’ve done for us,” he whispers. “I’ve laid all the shattered pieces of myself in front of you over the last few months. All the broken fragments I’ve been trying to glue back together on my own. The grief and the pain and all my flaws and insecurities.” He cups my face in his palm.
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CRYING IN THE CLUB RN!!
