Butterfly | bwhm
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Her gaze rises to meet his, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Despite her efforts, a solitary tear escapes when she blinks.
His hand tenderly rises, tracing a path along her cheek as he gazes down at her captivating eyes.
"Even when you cry, you're beautiful," he murmurs, his words hanging in the air like a soft melody.
All she felt were butterflies.
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