He stares at me, cheeks rosy from nerves. His hands slink from his sleeves to hold my wrists. So delicate, like I am the most precious thing in the world.
It feels different, maybe because we are so close that I could count every freckle on his nose. So close that I feel our breaths mingle. So different that his usual teasing smirk has been wiped with a smile of utter reverence.
"I don't know how else to say it, but I love you," his words are a rasp. Eyes search my face for any movement, any inclination that I may return the sentiment.
I can only bring myself to blink back. Breaking him would feel like a stab to the gut, and as the silence stretches out, I can feel the blood beginning to pool out of me. I should respond, but my mouth is dry and gummy, tongue unable to form words.
"You don't have to say anything, we can pretend this never happened," something in his expression shuttering. I know in that
of gratitude. After the death, maybe all I needed was someone to just... be there.
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