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He looked at me. His hair was still a mess, and in the bright morning sunlight, he looked more handsome and more human than I'd ever seen him. "I guess I'm asking you to trust me," he said. He brings his hand to my face and wipes away the one tear that did fall.

I step to the side and square my shoulders. The words come out of my mouth before I realize what I am saying. "I don't think I can do that."