Forbidden love
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'Whats so bad that you can't even hold my hand emily?'
He stutters, gesturing towards my shaken and sweat filled fingers, anxiety rising in the pit of my stomach. A wave of regret, guilt and sadness clouding over my body, showing its power. Reminding me, that even when you face your fears, they're never really gone.
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