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“Don’t cry.” Kiss. “I’ll do anything to make you happy.” Kiss. “Rearrange constellations.” Kiss. “Pluck the moon from the sky.” Kiss. “I’ll buy you the fucking sun, Apricity.” Kiss.
“I love you so fucking much,” he said. Sadly. Dejectedly. Like he’d fought a war and lost it. “It sickens me.”