[ Hearing his relief, how blatant and raw it is — it's painful. Her own heart clenches underneath her ribs as if gripped in a fist. He isn't even angry with her. Even after everything she's put them through. He only — reaches for her, and pulls her close, pressing his forehead to hers. It's more than she deserves, but exactly what she needs. Especially now, when it feels like everything has ended except what they have with each other.
Her exhale wavers when she lifts her hands to cup his face in return, as if that might steady her a little, just to touch him. ]
It's not just you. [ Her voice is barely there — a ragged whisper. ] I love you. [ Again, quieter, rougher: ] I love you.
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Her exhale wavers when she lifts her hands to cup his face in return, as if that might steady her a little, just to touch him. ]
It's not just you. [ Her voice is barely there — a ragged whisper. ] I love you. [ Again, quieter, rougher: ] I love you.