Roman’s POVThe next morning when I woke up, I found she was still close to me, sleeping peacefully in my arms. When we started sleeping together, I never thought there would be a day like this—when she wouldn’t be reluctant to get close to me.She still had her hand wrapped around me, her face snuggled against my chest, and I dared not move in fear of waking her up. I resigned and decided to stay still, waiting for her to wake up on her own.It felt so good to see her so relaxed with me. Maybe now she knew I was no different from her—I had suffered like her in the hands of the traffickers. Pity. That shouldn’t be the reason for her to get close to me, but still, I would accept it as long as she was with me.I was no different. I pitied her as well when we found her, and I knew she had suffered because of those traffickers. I could relate to her, and without realizing it, I already had sympathy for her.I wished, just like how I was saved, protected, and taken care of, I could care fo
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