Throw it away, a voice inside me, the smartest part of myself, chants. Begging me to free myself from his clutches. But I remember the look on his face when he gave me this. The raw vulnerability and honest to God fear in his eyes. It was the beginning of him opening up to me and letting me see the side of him that he, for whatever reason, keeps hidden from everyone else. Which means I can’t throw it away. I can’t give up the small piece of him that cared about me enough to do something like this. Fuck, I refuse to believe he can separate and detach so easily to the point where this wasn’t a
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