βwell, would you rather me be uncomfortable .α£β she sets her mug down on his nightstand before plopping the weight of her body flat on his bed.
the girl lifts her head, holding the gaze of the other, βbecause that is the only other +
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there's a visible scrunch on his face, eyes squinted, partly sleepy but also frustrated. what does a man got to do to get some uninterrupted beauty sleep around here?
β you're awfully comfortable, β he murmurs, +
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to be honestοΌ you scare me. i'm terrified of letting you inοΌ of seeing myself more clearly through your eyes wondering if i'm good enoughοΌ or if one day i'll lose you.
her jaw clenches upon hearing rafeβs words.
he doesnβt know that we will be okay. he CANβT promise that we will be okay. the thought echoes in her mind, she sounds like a child protesting.
anger quickly settles on her features as she +
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foolishly gallant, equally just as selfless, he'd always been doing favours for someone in one way or another. to him, this is just another day of being in service, of being available for use.
he's got nothing to lose. +
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no longer feel comforting as they always have. they no longer share the same comfort as the nights of laughter they shared in their dorms. once the debris settles, the ravenclaw steps back with tears welling in her eyes. with the +