[ It hurts when he pulls away like that, like she's fallen on one of her own stakes, and her grip on him is suddenly weak enough that she loses hold of the yellow fabric as he moves. She props herself up on an elbow and looks away because she can't bear to see him wearing that expression. She can't let him see the tears that are back in full force, blurring her vision and slipping down her cheeks in a trail of painful heat. ] Not to me.
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