
by cyberphobia541
"'No more secrets?' she asks, her trembling voice muffled. 'No. No more, I swear.' Christine nods into the embrace. I hold her tighter, like I can stop her from slipping away. If I don’t let go, she’ll always be safe. But I do. And she’s not." Reflections on love and its consequences.
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