“I don’t know what I’m doing, or if I can even give you what you need, but hell, Luka, I want to try.” I hesitated as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his coat. “Unless you meant it when you said you were over it. Over me.” “You give me what I need every time I look at you. By simply… existing.” His bleach-blond hair rustled in the breeze, his eyes, weary and soft, blinked back the brimming moisture dampening his lashes. He wasn’t the same boy I’d always known. Time and pain had changed him. But he was mine all the same. He kept his distance and gave me a watery smile. “I don’t know
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