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"Then.."





"Let's heal together."






Several attempts of squirming, feigning the taste of venom that he excruciatingly suppressing by biting the tip of his tongue, he gradually held the larger's hand.





"We can't."




"I'm sure you're aware of that."



"But we can try."





"If we're just brave enough to embrace it."




His lips starts to quiver, failing to stifle the broken sound he's trying to protect.





He felt broken.






A beautiful mess.




The enchanting orbs that never omit to flaunt his beauty when deep inside, he's shattered.



The orbs who's now filled with tears he's fearfully disporting.






"I am afraid."






"I am not as brave as you."






From that moment.



Never once I've thought that a mere touch on the cheeks would tugged my heart like this.



"I don't want to empty the love you have in yourself."



"And I am not selfish enough to encage you in my own infliction."



"I will wait for you.."





"No."



The way his warm hands find its way to brush the warm pool that tries to escape in my eyes.







I never knew that it is possible to find comfort,





and be broken at the same time




"I don't want to prolong your agony by waiting for someone like me."


"For someone who's still unsure of his future."


"For someone who's gonna consume his whole day of thinking what could go wrong."


"I don't want to destroy you."



"I don't want to annihilate the love you have in you."



"You're a beautiful person."





And so are you.




Yet, I failed to insinuate it to you.




"Let me be a better person for you."




"If in such time we've crossed our paths once again, and we're both ready to fall.."










"Let me come home to you."

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