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... her seatbelt. She looked up at me, her face pale, those green eyes dull and distant—and I felt a sharp flare of anger. At myself.
She shook her head. I cupped her cheek, and she leaned into the touch, her long lashes fluttering shut like they always did when she craved comfort.
"Are you sure? What about ice cream?" I offered gently. "Do you want some?"
Her eyes opened at that, but she didn’t react. Just stared at me, and for a second, I swore I saw them shimmer.
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