“No, no, no…” I thrash my head, I feel wild, out of control. A heavy pressure rises behind my eyes. I can’t cry, though. Instead I gasp for air, for a way to go back in time, to change everything. “Breathe.” His hands are in mine now, squeezing. “Fucking breathe.” “I can’t,” I gasp. “I can’t.” My hands shoot out and twist in the hem of his white T-shirt. His muscles stiffen, but he grips my shoulders and pulls me into his arms. The weight in my chest vanishes when I’m against his. “I’ve got you, okay?” he says, his voice hoarse and broken. “I’ve got you, and I won’t let go.” Cool lips sweep
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