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... wasn’t from pain, and neither was it from fear. Rather, it was the look in his eyes. Although he looked cold and stern like a rock, somehow I could see his gaze softening, even without him showing it.
It was that silent promise that if I hadn’t survived this... the entire world would have burned.
He lifted me without asking, his arms firm around me as my head fell weakly against his shoulder.
I could feel the heat of his skin against mine, the rhythm of his heartbeat.
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