"Would you stay?"
"What?"
"If something happens, would you still stay?" She asked again.
I brought my hand on her cheek, slowly brushing my thumb on it.
"Whatever happens, I will stay."
"Would you stay?"
"What?"
"If something happens, would you still stay?" She asked again.
I brought my hand on her cheek, slowly brushing my thumb on it.
"Whatever happens, I will stay."
"I'm a mess." She says.
"We all are." I watch as her eyes find mine.
"I'm a disaster waiting to happen, and when it does, you won't like it." Her eyes held something, but I only shrug in response.
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