the stairwell…,” his voice cracks on the word, tears spilling over the edges of his eyes, rolling unchecked down his cheeks. “And then I thought I lost you again.” His forehead meets mine and he kisses my nose so gently I hardly feel the brush of his lips. “I promised I wouldn’t tell you how much I love you until you woke up and now that I’m looking into your pretty eyes, I’m terrified of losing you all over again.” He licks his lips. “I love you, Margot. So much it hurts like nothing else. And yet, it makes me so goddamn strong and whole. That’s what you do to me. You make me whole in a way
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