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I nod, chest heaving.
“I feckin’ knew it.” He rolls off me to stand. “Water?”
“Yes.” Tears roll down my cheeks, despite my attempt to stop them.
He grabs a water bottle from the table, plucks off the cap, and thrusts it into my line of vision. “Drink.”
I drink, deeply. Until the oh, so familiar pain lessens and I can collect myself.
He watches it all. Me falling apart. Me stitching myself back up again. I bet he’s sorry he pushed so hard.
“Better?” I hear him ask.
“Yes,” is all I can muster. I brace myself for his smart-ass comment, my psyche far too delicate for the likes of him.
I jump when I feel his hand on my cheek. He guides my head up to look at him. Then, without a word, he wipes away my tears with his thumb.
“Nothing to say,” I whisper.
His thumb drags across my skin one last time as he lifts the last of my tears away.
Then, he walks away without a word. Leaving me more confused about him than ever.
