"Why?” The question slipped out in a vulnerable exhale. She forced herself to stop there, the rest of it only implied: Why did you love me?
A hard line formed between his eyebrows. His gaze dropped to the ground, then back to her. “How could I not?” he asked quietly.
The look on his face made the remaining air in her lungs escape in an involuntary whoosh. She suddenly understood, with a nauseating surge of regret, what a precious thing she’d been so careless with all those years ago, too blinded by distrust and self-loathing to see it standing right in front of her, if she’d only been brave enough to reach for it.
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