What am I going to do? I let some of that panic out in my voice. Micah brushed the tear off my cheek. It's not that I don't want it, Richard, it's that it's too late for me. I didn't want that, wasn't sure my heart would survive being broken again.
Even that was not special. He writhed on top of me. I turned to look at Damian, though I didn't need to see his face to feel the overwhelming sadness. Yes, that would be fine.
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