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Don't cry, just breathe.
The banging at my door increases. But at this point, I can't even tell who's there.
"(Y/N), open the door, please. I love you." Grayson.
Don't cry, just breathe.
I felt his thumb press against my cheek, brushing away a tear I hadn't felt falling.
"Don't worry," he whispered, "you're not alone."
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Started 12/Feb/17
Finished 30/Nov/17