[✓] ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ↠ ᴄᴏʀʙʏɴ ʙᴇssᴏɴ

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" but then my bed grows cold like my empty shoulder. what can i do? "
- why haven't i met you by cameron dallas

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"hey, corbyn." jack whispered as he laid next to corbyn.

"hi." he whispered back.

"you okay?" he stared into the blond's eyes as he caressed his cheek with his thumb.

"i guess." he mumbled as he buried his head in his pillow once again.

"you need to get out of this bed, c. it isn't good for you."

"how do you expect for me to get out of this damn bed? i lost my wife. i lost the love of my life. it's all my fault. she died because of me. i'll never forgive myself for this, jack." he hugged jack as he started to cry.

"you don't have to go through this alone. i'll always be here with you, alright?" jack said, making corbyn look up to him. he stared into his chocolate brown eyes, starting to lean in.

their lips finally met. sharing a sweet and slow kiss.

"i love you, i'll help you get through everything. i promise." jack placed a kiss in corbyn's forehead.

"thank you so much. i love you."

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