Loving You
I said quietly.
Kelly groaned. “She cannot even answer that. Please do not let her go,” she muttered, frustration and fear evident in her tone.
“Answer me, my love. Tell me that I will not lose you. I cannot survive the thought of losing you,” Noah said, his voice steady but edged with worry.
“I do not know. No one can in a situation like this,” I admitted, holding tightly to his hand, my heart pounding.
“What does that even mean? That was a simple question,” Kelly asked, exasperated.
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