All that I am, all that I’ve ever been – brought me here – to him.
The way he looks at me. He doesn’t know what I lack… Or how I am incomplete. He just sees me for what I am. As I am. And he is happy to see me, every time. Every day. And now I can either save him or let him die. Never see his eyes, see me again. I will not let that go…
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