"Do you believe me?" He asked softly, his green eyes caressing my face before settling on my eyes. His fingers caressed my hand as he looked into my eyes, obviously waiting for a sincere 'Yes'. "There's 'lie' in believe." I said it with a blank face. My internet-addicted ass can never reply normally. Well, I can't help it. ------------ How do you love someone when you're not sure what's real? A slow-burn romance. A dark look at trauma, recovery, and love. Give it try.
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