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I feel his presence behind me, before I see him. His hands meet my waist, and he twists me around to face him, I don't bother to wipe away my tears, but I can't face him either. I stare down at the ground, but when he finally lifts my face to meet his, the tears are uncontrollable.
"I loved him you know," I tell him. "He was one of the closest people in my life. The person I could talk about anything to, and now he won't even look at me. He won't even acknowledge me."
Harvey puts his around my neck, and pulls me closer to him, so that I can smell the faint scent of his aftershave. It's calming, I think, the lingering sweetness of honey that surrounds him.
I fit into the crook his neck, "I used to have everything you know. I was the youngest in my family. I was coddled by my parents, loved by my aunties, and adored by my cousins. But now-" my voice breaks, I take another deep breath, "I have nothing. No one."
"That's not true," he begins, I can feel his hands in my hair, "you have me."
I feel the kiss he plants in my hair, I sigh, and somehow the tears stop.
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عاطفية[noun] •exaggerated statements or claims not meant to be taken literally. Myra thinks Harvey is her safe haven. Harvey thinks Myra is his biggest mystery. And when they embark on an adventure across India, they are forced to confess every thing...
