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I looked straight into his printed smile. “You thought I was your backup plan.” My voice was barely above a whisper. “One day… I’ll show you what it means to be a backup.”

he paused after I heard the crook in his tone. The pain was eating him from within, and somehow, in the most unexplainable way, I could feel it. “I loved her,” he repeated after a second of recovery. “Not just in the way wolves love. I worshipped her. Trusted her. I was ready to give her everything.” “I'm sure she loved you just like you did,” I chirped, tracing my steps back to him and knelt at his side. I removed his hands from his knees and wrapped mine around them. “Why does it make you sad that you loved a woman?”

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine. “I love you,” he said. It was spoken softly, by a man lying in bed with the woman the universe had built for him, in a kingdom he was about to reclaim, with a bond singing between us that nothing short of the end of everything could break. “I love you, too,” I whispered back. “My king. My mate. My home.” His arms wrapped around me again, pulling me against his chest, our legs tangling together beneath the furs. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting warm light across the room. Beyond the shuttered windows, the northern wind carried the distant echo of a kingdom celebrating its rebirth.

Maybe this was what love became when it finally grew up not a fire, but an echo that didn’t burn anymore. He whispered again, to no one and everyone, “I hope you’re happy.” And this time, he meant it.

"Maybe that's one of them, Reo. However, you need to believe ... if I really love you for no reason." "Actually, what was your motivation for wanting to be gay like me, Jack?" "At first I thought, if I can't heal you, then I'll follow in your footsteps. However, since last week, I've been trying to find the best way. God is so good, so give me directions. I love you, and I want to be happy with you." A tear fell from Reo's eye. He was moved, happy, surprised, all those feelings were mixed in his heart. Reo never expected if his love would be reciprocated so quickly.

Then Hector kissed my forehead and whispered, "I love you." A wave of relief washed over me as Hector reassured me of his love and concern. All the guilt and uncertainty melted away at that moment, replaced by a sense of security and gratitude. I felt a renewed determination to protect our bond and make the right choices, knowing that Hector's love was my guiding light.

said Charlotte happy that her hairpin returned to her . " I wanna use this hairpin to ask you to please follow me back to our home , my wife . When you left , I felt extremely miserable . You took my heart with you when you decided to follow prince Diego . I feel really empty without your hugs , without your presence , without your laughing , without your smile and without those warm lips of yours . Please , come back with me ! I am crazy in love with you . " said the handsome man on the ground with a sincere and warm smile .

Inner Andy. That's why Andy is so grateful for Peter's initiative that has saved his fate. “All safely under control, I'm old enough to take care of myself.” “But no matter how well you do it all alone, deep down Mama still wants to take you back home with us.” Mother began to feel sad again.

The message burns into my skin like acid: ‘Mad-Bishop did this. Not the Romanovs. The same man who killed my sister. Has taken my lover from me. “I-I love you, A stor,” Harry whispers. Irish for ‘My Treasure.’ “I love you, too.” I choke out. “Stay with me. Please, I’ll quit. I've saved up to a million in your name. We’ll leave tonight. Bahamas, remember? You and me and—” His hands go limp in mine. His chest stops moving. His eyes stare at nothing.

She cried harder, exultation of relief, realizing she was completely safe. "Shhh, beloved. It's okay. I will take care of you." He murmured on her disheveled hair. "I will always take care of you, my love. I will always save you and keep you from harm." Her body fainted from exhaustion. Glancing down at her face, tears streaming even though she lost consciousness, he wished he could bring the fucker back to life and kill him over and over again. Nevertheless, despite the violence in his thoughts, he had to put his beloved first. By bringing her home to where she always belonged. ________________________