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‘I’veinto the chair ‘NoIit’s just’ I raise the paper, waving it in the air as I wipe th to utter so comprehensible and spit it out ‘I’s to hold ry withhim feel the need to explain when I already kno he feels

When I’ me into his e ht for its favourite place ‘Don’t cry,’ he soothes, tightening his hold ‘Please don’t cry’

I’hup every fale of liather myself, Miller patient while I do so He eventually attempts to detach me fros reetsthe tears still escaping oes to speak but purses his lips instead, and I see his internal struggle to voice what he wants to say So I speak instead ‘I never doubted your love for lad’

‘I didn’t mean to make you feel shitty’

His smile stretches and his eyes sparkle ‘I orried’

‘Why?’

‘Because’ His eyes drop and he sighs ‘Every wo and a certificate signed by a holyto me’

His ad loud and clear that Miller Hart struggles with e for money probably never cost hiertips on his dark jaw and bring his face to mine ‘I love you,’ I affirm, and he sht and it’s dark ‘And I kno fascinated you are withto differ,’ I whisper, bringing his letter between our bodies

He looks down at it and silence falls, only very briefly, before he drags lazy eyes toless than worship you’

‘I know’

‘Every time I feel you or touch your soul, it’ll be etched on that beautiful mind of yours forever’

I smile ‘I know that’