
The quiet that followed his promise wasn't heavy, it was still.
I looked down at our intertwined fingers, at the way his thumb brushed over mine gently like he was reminding me, I'm here, I'm listening.

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The quiet that followed his promise wasn't heavy, it was still.
I looked down at our intertwined fingers, at the way his thumb brushed over mine gently like he was reminding me, I'm here, I'm listening.

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