Out Of Hiding

Out Of Hiding

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"You don't need to hide who you are, you're safe here in my arms, there's no need to cover what I already see. I can see past the masque you hold up daily, and its about time to lay your insecurities and flaws down." Danny said with concern and rough rasp in his scratchy voice. I mumbled...and he probably couldn't hear me, but soon enough a tear rolled down my pale white cheek, with a tint of pink. My head was lowered down as I stared at the concrete cement, as we held our conversation on the side of the road, rather known as the sidewalk. Gently he reached out and touched my chin with his hand and lifted my face up, till he saw my glossy green teary-eyes, as several tears rolled down my cheeks. I looked him in the eyes and my hands started to tremble and my anxiousness grew, Danny then brushed his hands underneath my eyelids, to diminish the tears and put his arms around my waist and slowly pulled me in to hug, until I was in his warm, embrace.
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