[And she touches him, letting her fingertips just barely brush the line of his jaw before she puts her hands against his face and lets her fingers curl at the back of his neck. As if it would keep him from escaping.
Her lips press to his ear and her voice quakes as tears she had refuse to shed for so long finally fell.]
I am done with "do not's". And I am tired of torturing myself into thinking that I do not love you.
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[And she touches him, letting her fingertips just barely brush the line of his jaw before she puts her hands against his face and lets her fingers curl at the back of his neck. As if it would keep him from escaping.
Her lips press to his ear and her voice quakes as tears she had refuse to shed for so long finally fell.]
I am done with "do not's". And I am tired of torturing myself into thinking that I do not love you.