Lilly kneels in front of me, taking my head in her hands.
"Shh," she says softly, brushing my hair away from my face. "It'll be alright, Sam. It'll be alright. I'm right here. And I'm never leaving again." But she's crying too, because how can it be alright?
She leans in slowly, as if approaching a scared kitten. When I don't move, she kisses my cheeks softly, her lips barely brushing the tear-stained surface of my face. I twist my fingers into her hair, the way I've done so many times - but it's different now. Everything is different now. And I find that it doesn't matter.
Lily pulls away a little, brushing her thumb along the bare stretch of skin next to my eye. She smiles a bit through her tears. My god, she's beautiful.
I lean in and kiss her. Her lips are salty with my tears.
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Love, Lilly
RomanceSam is gay but can't seem to come out, Lilly is in love but can't hide. Can their relationship survive with these sides of the story?
