War hops off his mount, moving slowly, like I might run if he makes any sudden movements. “Whatever it is that’s bothering you, we can fix it—I will fix it.” He takes several steps forward, stopping just short of me. “Hate me, curse me, just please come back to me, Miriam,” he says. His voice breaks. “Please, come back.” He’s begging. And I’m trusting the universe to pull through for me because there are too many forces at work that are bigger than me. I begin to nod, closing the distance between us. That’s all the confirmation War needs to reel me into his arms. He holds me tightly for a long
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