[ It's hard for him to look at her right now, but he tries, glancing up at her slowly. He can only keep them open for so long, though- closing them when she kisses under his eyes, then his lips in a way that's so soft, so gentle.
She still wants to kiss him. He can hardly believe it.
But it's those words of hers that try to sink into him the most. It's okay. He's so desperate for it. He wants this to be real this time.
So he nods against her lips, then kisses her, because he doesn't want all that anger, all that hate, all that guilt anymore. He wants this.]
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She still wants to kiss him. He can hardly believe it.
But it's those words of hers that try to sink into him the most. It's okay. He's so desperate for it. He wants this to be real this time.
So he nods against her lips, then kisses her, because he doesn't want all that anger, all that hate, all that guilt anymore. He wants this.]