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cirrus knew the moment was coming. 
            hell, it was the one thing that had been 
            bothering him for the last three months 
            as well, but he wasn’t always as 
            straightforward as he pushed himself to 
            be. at times, he was a coward, and he 
            couldn’t help but to hide behind that 
            shield until he was forced out. 
            
            now was that time. his heart stuttered 
            against his chest as his own anxiety 
            pooled within his gut, and the comforting
             fingers against mason’s back began to 
            tremble. he harshly swallowed around 
            the knot in his throat, but didn’t dare to 
            pull away to actually look at his boyfriend 
            as he found his next words. 
            
            i..i know. i know, princess, and…i’m 
            so sorry. m’ so fucking sorry for doing 
            that to you..and to us. i don’t know 
            how to fix it. 

talk to me, princess. i 
            won’t get angry, swear. 

cy doesn’t want to push in fear 
            of breaking the obviously fragile 
            air between them, but he can’t 
            help but to trace his fingers up 
            his boyfriend’s spine as he 
            proposes, 

i missed you so damn much 

grins like a dope and 
            rocks back and forth 

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