Nicole's POVShe moved. I didn't see her, I sensed her. "I—" she hesitated. "I don't know the situation, or who it is Nicole, but... you deserve love." My chest constricted painfully, her words hitting a spot I thought I'd shielded. "And if you're wondering, it doesn't make you weak."Weak. That word had haunted me for years.I swallowed, turning to face her. She stood a few feet from me, her white eyes staring right through me. "I don't know how to do this," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to let myself feel."She took a step forward. "I know. You don't have to figure it at once," she whispered, getting closer. "You can take it slowly. Just stop fighting it."Her voice, her eyes, there was a sincerity in them, a sincerity that tugged at my chest. She looked at me like I mattered, like I meant something. "You can always talk to me if you need to." She whispered, wrapping her arms around me. I stood frozen for a second. Then, slowly my hands mov
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