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Warren was the first to wake up when he heard his cell phone buzzing around the condo. He had to be careful not to wake up Amelia. She needed this time to sleep, she needed more time for what she lost the last couple of days. It must have been overwhelming for her to deal with the thoughts in her head. She must feel so alone, but Warren wanted to change all that. He would be there for her through everything. She didn't have to worry anymore. It was going to take some more time, he was willing to keep trying.527Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwiMet1tjwS
His arms were loosely around her body, holding her as they slept against each other. Her face was over his chest, suddenly he had a problem. If he moved he would risk waking her. If the ringtone kept sounding, she might stir and jump up in bed, scared out of her mind. Amelia didn't deserve that. Warren was going to do everything possible to make her feel like she deserved to be here. He didn't want her to feel like a guest as she lives here now; this is her home, with him, as long as she needs. Maybe forever if he had any say in her decision.
Warren carefully unloosened his body from Amelia's. He didn't want to admit the frustration but his ringtone was like a pestering, screaming bee hounding him to swat it. He eased himself away from the bed very carefully and slowly, putting a large pillow in the place of his body so Amelia's face can rest on it. He looked at her briefly before making his way to his phone and immediately silencing it. He opened the slide key and nearly turned off the screen when a familiar icon caught his eye. He looked over at Amelia breathing as she slept peacefully. She clutched the pillow holding it to body as if he were there. He felt a tug at his heart watching her, she did need him, it was clear, he looked down and smiled slightly.
An alert came from his phone averting his attention was back on the cellular device. A new voice mail had appeared and he could only dread who it was from. But wishful thinking made him believe otherwise. Maybe Moira had called and he missed it. Either way, he had to get to the bottom of it, delete it if need be and slip back into the covers of his bed with the girl who wouldn't leave his mind and heart alone. He walked to the balcony as the strong heat of the crisp morning sun hit the bare top half of his body, making him shield his eyes for shade.
He sat on the reclining chair and pressed a few buttons on the screen, finding out who the culprit calling him is now. He waited to hear the new message and prayed it wasn't bad news.
"Warren, I have been trying to reach you for the last few days. I don't appreciate you ignoring me like this as I am solely responsible for your financial well being. You're a Worthington, act like it. Treat this name with respect as we agreed upon and there will be no trouble for you. Answer your phone or if you don't I'll cut everything off. But I don't want to do that so obey me son. This name is important to the both of us. Don't embarrass me by ignoring my orders. I don't deserve it. Your mother would be utterly disgusted if she were still alive. I am not happy right now. Call me today or you will face some serious consequences son. Goodbye."
Warren clenched his teeth so hard he heard the sound of them grit together. The phone nearly broke in his right hand but he caught himself before anything snapped in half. Getting messages from his father was never a good sign. His father rarely sent them and whenever he had, they were hardly pleasant. He felt like a slave forced to obey a master when he heard his father's brash tone interrupt his life.
His father, Warren Sr. wasn't an easy man to handle. With all that had been going on lately, Warren almost forgot about the times he fought with his father over being a mutant, wishing so badly to be free from the anguish. His father made him hide who he was to protect the entire legacy of the Worthington name. Last thing the multimillion dollar firm needed was a mutant to cover up. His father's irate attitude toward the "mutant problem" before he became a mutant was the basis for all of the arguments they ever had. Everything had led back to the mutation. His father could never understand him nor does he care how his own son really feels about being born slightly different than the average human.
The look on his father's face the day Warren began changing was a moment in time he won't ever forget. One of the worst moments of his life, his own blood, looking upon Warren as if he were an alien, a freak, someone not of this world...an outsider. That look of utter disgust stung in his memory and there was nothing he could do to erase it. He simply had to live with it. Hating every minute of being in the same room with his father, Warren had to be away from Centerport, he could crush his father if he wanted to for all the hurt and pain he caused him the moment he saw wings grow on his back. But Warren knew being at a distance was the only way not to inflict homicide, or at times, self-inflict. He could never bring himself to hurt or put his father in an enormous amount of pain, but that doesn't mean Warren was never tempted. Hearing those words slip from his father's mouth felt like erratic hot water drops dripping over his common sense. It was enough to push him over the edge, with the person staring back at him in the mirror. He wasn't going to end his own existence, though he came close many times.
But why didn't he just hide? Warren wondered why he didn't just leave town completely after his mother passed away. He could, it was a possibility. He would take as much money as he could, grab his essential belongings and live somewhere his father couldn't control. His complete freedom would be a reality if he'd only left Centerport. He'd have virtually no money to his name though, the privileged existence he had gotten used to when his mother was alive would be no more. Warren didn't find any of the former life worthwhile. He never considered himself privileged or better than anyone because he was wealthy even though his father thought different. His father believed they were entitled and Warren despised thinking of himself as superior to someone else based on status.
Ever since his mother died it felt like a part of him died along with her. All the moments he believed he was special, loved, unique, his mother gave those to him whenever he had a doubt. He would sit next to her hospital bed, drowning in sorrow. Warren ruffled the blond waves of hair that fell in his eyes, pushing the emotions back as far as he could. Because he was a mutant, Warren had enormous strength built into his DNA. If angered, all hell could break loose which was rare for him to really reek havoc. Warren Jr. was always the fastest trigger. There were times when only the slightest thought of his father had set off a chain reaction of rage within him and even one instance that he nearly got himself exposed at his father's workplace. It was a bad memory. What's worse is that it could happen again, without warning. His father is the only person with an ability to ignite true aggressive inside Warren and he hated that. His mother didn't raise him to hate. His father was another story because he truly brought out the worst in Warren, and he never listened to him at all when he had something to say. It's as if Warren were invisible, despite his ever-enamoring buxom build. He felt even more ostracized being in the same room as his father.
The sun began to burn Warren's face, awaking him back to the present and in turn, making him start to walk away from the balcony. He stood up and closed the two large door windows, bolting them behind, a deep sigh following him as he forced his body to move on from these unfortunate past thoughts.
When he turned around he noticed Amelia's sleeping face, she was still grasping his pillow, gripping the cushion so tight he could see white around her knuckles. To anyone else she appeared asleep, but to Warren, she seemed in despair. He didn't want to let her down. He promised he would see through whatever she was going through and he wasn't going to back down on his words.
He swallowed so slowly he could actually hear his throat muscles contracting. A nervous pang hit the pit of his stomach as he walked toward the bed, debating whether to climb inside the covers or watch her sleep. Her body looked calm but something was worrying her. He couldn't blame her; he wanted to have the answers too. If there was something mysterious about his mutation he'd want to know everything right away. Being patient about this sort of thing wasn't easy for her, Warren was sure of it because he would have the same reaction. Amelia had so many reasons to lose faith, but he hoped she wouldn't. He just wanted to keep her calm, keep her heart beating at a normal pace. He wanted to show her there are nice people in this world she could trust. He didn't know how long the absorption of his powers inside her would last. A part of him, truthfully, was scared of her strength. Of course he can handle enormous amounts of pain, but he still worried just how much she absorbed. So in order to keep everything under control he had to help her relax in some way.
The only way to really do that is to let her sleep. Maybe slipping into the covers shouldn't happen for now. He really wanted to touch her though, he craved it in this moment. He couldn't stop himself from replaying that brief kiss from last night. She wanted him. A girl actually wanted him. The man, not the name. She saw him and didn't run away. Her reaction to his mutation still burned in his mind. Pure acceptance. Everything was ok, least it seemed ok with them for now, but one tiny piece of truth he hasn't quite mentioned still peaked around.
Amelia still didn't know about his family status and he wasn't sure how long he was going to keep from telling her. The further he fell for her, the more he ached in keeping the secret to himself. He can't withhold this important part of him life for much longer. She deserved to know, especially for her protection. The Worthington name came with essentials and more. His father never wanted him to date anyone whose family didn't come from money. That's where Candy Southern came in. Warren hadn't seen her in his thoughts for a long time. Thinking about her began to heat his blood and before he knew it, his hands started to shake. The memory used to be forgotten but now it was coming back in pieces. Regret shivered up his spine as the images returned. It was the last time he felt so strongly for a person so much he wanted to love, marry and protect them forever.
But the sad reality was: Candy didn't love Warren back. He hated that she couldn't handle him being a mutant because he was sure she worried about how their family may be treated and that angered Warren's father. But Warren didn't care what people thought about him, he wasn't his father, who wanted Candy to be part of the family being that her father's business could come together with the Worthington brand name and form one co-existing firm. It was practically an arranged marriage, but Warren's real feelings really messed everything up. The memory was so long ago and having these thoughts resurface again wasn't doing him any good. Warren shouldn't be thinking about this right now. He has someone; he finally has a girl who treats him the way he missed being treated.
Amelia very much reminded him of his mother, Kathryn. Like his mom she didn't question his being a mutant for a second. She actually…welcomed him just like his mother did the moment he told her, more showed her who he was. Amelia accepted him and he accepted her. They could save each other. He could show her what it feels like to be loved for once. And she could teach him how to accept himself more since his mother died. Amelia, as breathtaking as she looked, her deep, natural blue eyes looking back at him was all he needed from her. She didn't need to prove anything to him; he was the one who would give her everything. Something he failed to do with Candy, even though it was she who did the heartbreaking. He blamed himself when they parted ways that day. It was a day that almost destroyed him completely. He didn't believe his heart could be so open.
He was never going to make that mistake again. If he ever found someone who deserved to be loved, he would never let that person out of his sight, not without a fight. When he and Candy were together, he was very young and didn't understand what love really was, he just knew he had to fall in love because it made him feel good, wanted. After his mother died he became alone again. Even in the most private schools where some close friendships were formed, it didn't cure his need to connect with another person. He hated that being a mutant may have been what scared people away. Most people at school didn't know the truth they just assumed he liked to wear big overcoats all the time seeing as it was New York. His "close friends" didn't know. But only one person besides his father and driver knew; it was Candy. Ever since Warren saved her life he fell fast in love with her and never looked back. He was so deep in love with her it almost blinded him. Candy wasn't a coward until much later. In the beginning she was completely what he needed. But that didn't last long. Even the good memories weren't enough for Warren to stomach the betrayal of someone he trusted with his life.
The more sadder of admissions was that Warren and Candy were good friends before their courtship; which made every part of their foundation a lie. Amelia was the polar opposite of Candy. He didn't know much about Amelia but he could tell she belonged here, he needed her. She belonged with him. He prayed she wouldn't just leave because of Moira; what if it becomes a while before they actually find out what is causing her mutation to react? He didn't know the answer to that. He hoped Amelia would trust him and stay because he wanted to take care of her, for life. He had to tell her the truth about his name if he wanted to gain her trust; he prayed it wouldn't scare her away because a lot of people judged him because of that. Amelia wasn't the person to do that, he hoped because he felt it. He withhold this part of him.
This was it and he wasn't turning back anymore. Love, real love was so uncertain for him. He was too emotional to fall for anyone again. Candy had sucked the life out of him. Draining his ability to open his heart and be truly vulnerable. Amelia wouldn't leave him, she wouldn't. Warren was attempting to convince himself of that. He needed to tell her the truth, she meant something to him now. Telling her exactly who he is would change everything for the better or the worst. He prayed her decision wasn't leading to the worst.
He sat down on the chair; his wings were stretched above his head. Since his ceilings were built fairly high, he wasn't worried about his hollow boned wings knocking anything over. He covered his mouth with his hand to suppress a yawn he couldn't hold back any longer. He looked to the girl in his bed and sighed deeply. Amelia needed more time. And Warren needed to buy time so he could spend his life with her. He swore he would protect her and he would kill to keep that promise.
He watched her stir and moved to get up, kneeling next to her so he could study her face. Her beautiful, painful, emotional features. He watched her forehead crinkle suddenly then smooth the lines slowly. She was dreaming. Warren wondered what of as he took in all of her, watching the way her breathing fall even with her chest as it rose slowly then back up again, her shoulders following in a rhythm. He heard moans escaping her mouth and bit his lip in anguish.
"Warren…" She breathed out, making Warren move closer to her.
He whispered back, "Yes?" He moved some hair that fell across her cheeks.
"Hold me." Another breathy whisper came out that he had to strain to hear because it was so inaudible.
Warren smiled softly, taking this as his command to climb inside the covers and envelope her body against his. He moved the covers, Amelia immediately turned over to his side, her eyes were closed but she held a hurt look, her lips trembled slightly as Warren touched his pillow, grabbing it and putting it back where it was. He slid slowly inside as Amelia lunged her body onto his without him doing anything. She clutched onto him as if her life depended on it. Warren became concerned. He hugged her back and noticed his bare chest felt damp.
He pulled back, looking at her. Immediately his face softened. "What's wrong?"
Amelia was between awake and dreaming, she wasn't sure what felt real and what was imaginary. When she opened her eyes slowly her relief had swallowed her up and she leaned forward to Warren's face, touching his cheeks, making sure everything was real and all there. Her eyes were open in slits, not completely but not fully closed either.
"Is this real? Am I dreaming?"
"This is real." Warren said gently.
Amelia's eyes fluttered a few times before focusing on the figure in front of her. She was touching skin, Warren's skin and gasped back. Her eyes blinking back, she bit her lip, swallowing down a fear she was so used to feeling.
"I-I'm sorry," Amelia moved around, removing her hands, sinking into herself. She hid her face inside the covers, ashamed of what she did. Touching him like that, she probably scared him away.
"Hey," Warren laughed, it was like a song, hearing him laugh was so beautiful but she couldn't take it in now and felt bad for touching him like that. "Are you alright?"
Amelia nodded, hiding her head in the covers only to have Warren slowly move everything off so he could see her face. She looked like a dear caught in oncoming traffic. She was scared of Warren but she was a little scared of getting close to him more. Parts of last night came flooding back slowly. If he only knew what she just dreamed about he would think she was crazy.
"Am I going to hear you say that or are you going to just nod your head?"
She nodded again, not knowing how else to be. That dream really made her feel unhinged. The images she saw were too real. And now all of a sudden it wasn't? She wasn't sure of anything anymore.
"What's wrong?" Warren's voice whispered; trying to get closer to her, she backed away slightly. His face focused, what was going on?
"Amelia, what happened?"
Her brain began clenching together as if someone was inside her cavity squeezing it like a sponge. She held her head like it was a helmet shielding it from a blow. But the hits were coming from inside. She could hear Warren's voice but it was too quiet. He was being gentle with her and it wasn't working. This new power was too much to bare.
"Warren, you need to step away." She warned.
"Not a chance. I told you I'm not giving up on you."
"You have to, ugh, my brain is…" Amelia trailed off, her voice muffled under the covers.
Warren threw off the covers and looked at her covering her head in pain, flinching before picking her face up to see through her fingers.
"Focus Amelia, focus on my voice. Let me take it away, let me help you." His gentle but powerful tone hit in between her eyes.
She groaned and then the sounds grew louder. Warren held her hands above her head, pulling them away. Her entire body was shaking now and Warren's soft whispering words were hard to hear. She was focusing on the pain more than his voice. This wasn't right, she knew it wasn't. She started something new, she tried. She wasn't going give up because it seemed hard, she was going to try with what she has left, she began to immediately block all the pain, pushing with the last of her mind far from everything.
And then it happened. She stopped, opened her eyes, she saw Warren looking at her, trying to touch her and she burst into tears on the spot. Pushing most of the pain away, now she was strained and too emotional to move. She wanted to die. Why did he have to bring her back? Living this way was never what she wanted. Living period was never the plan. A part of her will always feel dead, Warren can't understand that.
"I can't deal with this. I'm too weak to push through it." She said through sobs, covering her face while he tried to touch her hands.
He was using gentle gestures to coax her, attempting to revive her alive again, she seemed to slip further away him by the second. It wasn't going to happen on his watch. He made a promise and he will stick by his word.
"You have to Amelia, for me. I wouldn't want you to give up. You've come so far. We're more a like than you think."
Amelia shot up, looking at him through tears that were blinding her sight. She swallowed slowly, catching her breath, she was pushing through it. What she could. It still hurts, to live and keep living. One of the hardest things she would do is find a reason to live. But his voice, something in his tone triggered her to fight it. Was any of this possible?
"How?"
Warren kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger until he slowly felt her relax with him. The lines on her forehead began to disappear, her body following his, resting against him as he held her close, his heart was beating at a pace that was trying to keep up with hers. Amelia's searing pain started draining away. She moved her body upward, it jerked on it's own trying to make her go erratic at any moment. Warren was there to catch her, he would always be there.
"You're staying alive for me. Because you have me, I'm your reason. Just let go, let all of your pain go and see you are so much more than what you believe you are. You are more than your struggles, you can get through this. Believe in yourself, believe in me...just believe..." Warren whispered against her eyes, his lips staying still until he moved them down her face.
She suddenly grabbed his face, staring in his eyes wondering what's real or imaginary. Someone actually does understand her, this was too big for her to accept. Or maybe she can. She wanted so badly to calm down. She couldn't believe all of the craziness behind her antics wasn't drawing him away. He was only coming closer the more she resisted. He pulled tighter and she felt the urgency drip from his resting needs. She did need this. She needed someone. He wasn't giving up and this was what a friend truly is in the end. One who doesn't back away when imperfections reveal themselves. A person who sees truth and realizes love is stronger than anything else, that it always was stronger.
This notion was calming her, it was working. These thoughts, his soothing voice, her wails were becoming a distant cousin, they were not real, but he was. He was everything and Amelia knew he was hers even if she didn't one hundred percent believe she deserved someone so beautiful.
"Really?"
"Yes..." his voice was dream-like, trailing off in the distance of somewhere only she could find.
In a place where no one besides him knows how vulnerable he can be. Warren is strong, he is a warrior but for Amelia, he felt powerless. Not even a week of knowing her and already this pull she had over him was the strongest one he's ever felt. He wanted to hold on for as long as she could let him. Lose himself in someone again. Sink into an abyss where it's everything all at once, and so much more.
Amelia opened her eyes when her senses finally returned to normal. By the shadow cast over Warren's eyes she is showing a soft pink. Only he could bring her to make this color appear. Only he was the only one who could understand just how deep these powers run, she was beginning to make a new discovery.
She didn't want to let him go, ever. She wanted to stay like this until her last moments, until death takes her from everything.
She didn't wish to die anymore, for once she started to embrace being happy again. Being alone in understanding who she is was no longer an option. She could really trust Warren. The way he held her made her feel so safe, as if she belonged, to someone, that she had a purpose.
She swallowed, this was it, she had to ask this question. His answer would say all she needed to know, what would make her stay with him and never leave his side.
"What about being normal?"
"I don't want to be normal, I want this." He whispered dipping his face over hers, opening his eyes briefly as he kissed her gently, then melted over her lips.
Amelia immediately responded, everything was beginning to get blurry around them but she knew it was because Warren's kiss was weakening her knees. All of the pain began to fade away, almost right away. Her heart was beating in a gentle pace. She didn't know this feeling but she welcomed it. Warren knew exactly how to take care of her.
She was being fearless yet so fragile. So scared she may break if she decided to take this further, but he was taking his time. Warren's own pain washed over her and she was taking it in when she responded back just as passionate.
Amelia pulled away shaking, blinking rapidly until Warren opened his eyes slightly, the potent blue peeking out glowing brighter than her own, they shined more than anything she'd ever seen on a man. Men have never looked at her this way, she was feeling even more vulnerable, scared she was falling faster and she didn't know how to stop herself.
She leaned in kissing him softly before opening her eyes, trying to calm herself. She didn't know what she was feeling, it was a new emotion. Strange. Foreign. Surprising. Lingering.
Warren brought his hand into her hair, pulling the back of her neck closer to until their lips almost touched.
"I want more but I know we should stop."
Amelia took a shaky breath, nodding along with his gesture. "Maybe...I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this..."
Warren moved off her body and lay next to her, his eyes never leaving her face as she stared forward. She was scared and so was he. This was the furthest he'd ever gone with a girl since Candy. All of these feelings were inside of his heart faster than it was with Candy. He needed to slow down, for both of them. Before he could he had to reassure her of something.
"You were amazing, don't ever doubt you aren't. I just, I think we should stop before...anything beyond this happens."
Amelia turned to Warren, her heart slowing down again and she could feel her body began to come to peace with it.
"I didn't think I was worth this. I always thought that beautiful people kissed each other. I didn't think I'd ever have it happen for me..."
"Was I your first?" He asked the obvious question.
She looked down for a moment but she couldn't look away, he was staring at her tenderly she couldn't disrespect the emotion he held, just for her.
"You were."
Warren blushed, he thought he might hide his face for a moment and he didn't know how to say anything back. He felt honored. He was so sure that one person had her first kiss, he hadn't realized she trusted him this much to make him her first.
His hand came to her face and he took a calming breath before speaking.
"I kissed you because I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't hold myself back from wanting it so badly and I knew if I waited that, I don't know, it would have been unbearable. I would be thinking about it every second. And you're right, beautiful people do kiss each other, that is why I kissed you." He admitted.
Amelia took a deep breath upon hearing this. "Oh, wow..." She took a few moments with this, trying to understand what he saw in her to make him go this deep. Or say that she is beautiful, even with her mutant powers, was she really? Maybe deep down she wanted to believe him.
"Was it too fast?"
"Hmm?" She looked at him quickly. Her eyes went from his and dropped to his lips. "No, I-I wanted it too."
Amelia moved closer to her angel, she felt like he was her angel and secured her body against his. The apprehension she'd felt before was barely there. She was growing more confident, more assured in what she wanted. What she wanted was to stay like this forever.
"We can take everything slow, I don't want to be forceful with you. We can become closer."
Amelia stirred almost half asleep but still awake as the vibration of his voice made her feel alert. His words were sending a tingle down her spine. She sighed deeply.
"I do too. I'm sorry I just have a lot of trust issues. I'm not used to trusting anyone, growing up I didn't know how to be around people. I didn't think they'd see me and, hear me."
Warren squeezed her tightly then let go but still had his grip on her. "I know, I know this feeling too well. You just think nothing will make it better because everyone else just doesn't understand what you go through. You feel alone. You feel like nothing is going to change."
Amelia picked her head up to look at him, really look at him. What he is talking about had to be the hardest thing to admit. Feeling destitute and solitary even for a short time damages you in so many ways. You feel like you have no purpose. Warren was stating it without emotion, as if he'd grown used to feeling this way for a long time. Ever since his mutation started. Amelia knew it was when her dad first abused her, her pain had gotten too much and she knew she was changing. Her father took out his disgust through his fist.
She cried, letting her tears drop on Warren's chest, remembering her father's face, the look of utter hatred still burns in her memory. Felt like it was most of her memories. So many bad moments replaced anything else.
"I wish I had a family. I wish I had someone. I wish there was a way to not feel this...broken. So much hurt. I feel it too hard. I wish I could stop it, I want it to stop but it's coming in too fast." Amelia picked up her head, looking at Warren with stained tears running down her cheeks.
Warren stared back at her, his face breaking, he was beginning to unravel himself but he forced his eyes to stay strong, he forced it with everything he had. Everything he is. "You do have someone. It's me." He whispered as he kissed her forehead.
Amelia took his hand, sitting up straighter, "You're the first person who said that to me. Life is so harsh, it doesn't stop. I can't go through it alone."
"You don't have to, come here." He said calmly as she placed her head down on his chest. "I'll protect you, I know it may seem like it's hard to believe but things eventually get better. You can't think about the pain of living. Life isn't meant to be stuck on the pain. We were made for a reason, we aren't like everyone else. It's unique, it's beautiful but it's also life. We only have one life and we shouldn't have to constantly worry so much. I don't want that for you. And I don't think you want it either."
Warren's words burned across her mind like a wildfire spreading around, swirling, making her think and view things differently. He was right, she did do this. Maybe she was meant for more. Maybe feeling this way is only temporary. Deep down she didn't want to die, neither did her mind; she only wanted her suffering to go away. She wanted to live but it wasn't going to be easy.
"I have to get rid of these thoughts, they are hurting me so badly."
Warren moved for a second to reach for the remote, surely something on the television will be more lighthearted. "There's gotta be something on in the morning that's positive."
He brought the covers over them in bed while he flipped through the TV circuit, finding something enjoyable. Warren is partly doing this because his mood is being affected by all of this depression. He could only take in so much that he can deal with. He still has the power to be triggered in his own wallow of sorrow.
A few long moments of silence before Warren settled on a random jazz concert. Felt relaxing enough and so both of them lay against each other in complete and comfortable silence. Warren's eyes were getting tired from being active. The past days he was on guard, he wanted to stay awake in case anything happened but it became suddenly very difficult. Sleep was threatening his senses as Amelia hugged his body gently, letting him know she was there. He smiled, loving this feeling. Whatever this is, he wanted to keep it and never let go.
And with this finally making sense, he felt safe, knowing she was safe with him. As long as he never left her side, nobody could hurt them.
Knowing this feeling, he was sure, won't ever go away.
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