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“ and you look even better than before… I hate you for that ” ᅠᅠᅠ
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She now ran her hands over his grown beard, taking him in, making sure it was really him.⠀ ⠀
“ I’m really sorry… I— I was stupid for how I reacted, but” >
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“ I love you, Conrad… ” ᅠᅠᅠ
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She pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She was with him—after all those years, she was finally with her Conrad. The boy who taught her to dance, the boy >
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She clung to his face when she felt his lips, holding him there, her touch slow and trembling as her thumb brushed along his cheek.⠀ ⠀
“ Don’t leave me… be selfish… please. ” ᅠᅠᅠ
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Her hand moved up >
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now, forcing him to look at her —still demanding, desperate not to lose him now that he was right there again.⠀ ⠀
“ I’m begging you… if you ever loved me, please don’t leave me now… ”
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“ you’re a good guy, Conrad… what I said— I didn’t know the Paris girl was me… I didn’t know you weren’t with Agnes anymore… please, don’t leave me just because of that conversation. ” ᅠᅠᅠ
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She took his face in both hands >
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Her voice came out as little more than a whisper, her eyes pleading with his, begging not to lose him.⠀ ⠀
“ I was so stupid… I should’ve gone with you at the wedding, but… I know it’s too late, I know it is, but please… please, Conrad. ”
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She just looked at him, her lips trembling into another pout, feeling her heart shatter into a thousand pieces.⠀ ⠀
“ I want you to fight for me… I don’t want to say goodbye again… Conrad. ” >
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“ ever have in my life… ” ᅠᅠᅠ
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Tears were already streaming down her cheeks, completely broken.⠀ ⠀
“ Saying goodbye again… it’s the worst kind of pain… ”
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She dared to step closer, placing a hand on the older man’s cheek, trying to memorize the feel of him before losing him forever.⠀ ⠀
“ I will always love you, Conrad Beck Fisher… my first love and probably the last true love I’ll ” >
he nodded his head, finding it harder and harder not to say anything, not to cry, not to break down. he knew he had no rights, but even if he said he loved her it would make no difference.
“ i really wish you the best, belly. ”
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“ I really hope you’re very hap— ” ᅠᅠᅠ
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She stopped mid-step as her voice cracked. She was losing him again, truly losing him, and it didn’t matter anymore if she told him she loved him… he didn’t feel it anymore… it didn’t matter >
he nods his head before he turned his head away. it hurt, of course it hurt … but he knew that crying right now would only make things worse, and he couldn’t do that.