He straightens up, his chest is heaving. He looks like he’s on the verge of a panic attack. He grounds out, his voice raw, "And I love you." “I love you, y/n," he repeats. "I love you so much it scares me."
I wait for the warm rush to flood through me, for relief, for happiness. But all I feel is rage. It’s like a fire igniting within me, consuming every ounce of the tenderness his words should have brought.
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