“How do you do that?” he breathed. “How do you know what to do and say so that I feel…?” “So that you feel what?” “Whole. You make me feel like I have a shot at something more than this misery.” “You do,” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes. “You do, Noah…” “God, Charlotte. I don’t deserve you.”
— Apr 30, 2024 10:24AM
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