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LOVE noun; How they feel for each other. ☀️ "Hey," my voice is soft in the silence of the room, I sit up in bed looking over at him "Are you okay?" He sits down beside me on the bed, I look him up and down. His knuckles are bloody. Reaching out, I grasp them in my hands lacing our hands together. "What happened?" I ask "Did you punch someone?" He nods his head, "Yeah, I did." His voice is hoarse as if he'd been smoking but I don't smell any smoke. "Why?" I asked him, my curiosity taking over, his blue eyes snap to mine with so much intensity swirling through them I'm overwhelmed. "Because they hurt someone I love." I gulp, leaning closer to him, my arms wrapped around his muscular frame as I comforted Nicolas. "It's going to be okay." I murmur and I know this is true because he's kissing me. Nicolas is kissing me and everything's okay. He's kissing me, and I love him.
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