[ He lets her touch, turns his face into it. Lips press kisses to each of her fingertips as he watches the emotions play out across her face. Pays attention to what she feels. He hates that there’s still so much hurt layered there, but he doesn’t miss the longing, either. ]
And why should you be? Whoever said you needed to be anyone other than yourself?
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And why should you be? Whoever said you needed to be anyone other than yourself?