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“I’m not broken,” she whispers. “You don’t need me to fix you. You need me to sit with you in the sadness.”
With a grin that bares my teeth, I do what I’ve done my entire life. I chase her.
It’s impossible to describe the bond we share. We’re too great for words. Too sacred. We’re a feeling that goes beyond starts and stops. We’re stronger than hellos and goodbyes and deeper than beginnings and ends.
