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Are you sick?

“Are you sick?” Eric whispered. His blond brows furrowed nervously. I've never seen him like this. He looks so happy and peaceful.

I reached up and stroked his beautiful face. "I am fine."

He wiped my eyes, "Then why are you crying?"

"I don't know," I replied and continued to run my hand over his face. "I think I'm just happy."

He smiled, "Strange reaction to happiness, but that's okay." He bent down and licked away one of my tears.

I squirmed, “What are you doing?” I laugh.

"I'm curious," he whispered seriously.

"About what?"

“Will happy tears taste the same as sad tears?” he replied.

His words made me cry harder. I can't control them. I am overwhelmed by everything. "And?" I managed to ask.

"I think they're sweeter," he replied, kissing me, "but maybe it's just your face." We burst out laughing.

I heard voices.

I sat up in bed. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. The room is very small. There are bars on the window frames. The bed wasn't Eric's.

“I can't come back
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