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>“So are you.” He holds her hand, fingers clasping tightly around the back of her palm as she grasps their shared cup.
>“But you—” She finds herself choked. Her tongue wrestles with the entirety of everything she wants to say, everything she wants him to know. How much she loves him. How much he matters. How good he smells…
>“You…” He guides her hand to set the cup down, gentle. His fingers free hers to tangle and mingle with his, to hold her tight as he holds her eyes, genuine. Gentle. “Matter, so much more.”
>Tears threaten to burst over the dam behind her eyes, a lurch in her chest that pushes her up closer. So close, she can smell his breath; overwhelmingly scented with plum wine, and something else… tart, chemical, clinical. Curiosity creeps up in the back of her head, whispering. How would he taste, then? She licks her lips, and he sees.
>“That’s not true.” Wet in the corners of her eyes. “Yi, you—you matter.” She needs him to know. The fingers on his shoulder clench in the cloth of his robes, twisting and pulling tight. “You’re gonna save us all.” Her fingers squeeze his palm, and he squeezes back, holds her hand tight in his. “Won’t you at least do what’s right for you? My big brother…” Something shameful builds in her. Something like greed, envy, something sinful. She doesn’t want to let go. She doesn’t want to give him up.
>“So are you.” He holds her hand, fingers clasping tightly around the back of her palm as she grasps their shared cup.
>“But you—” She finds herself choked. Her tongue wrestles with the entirety of everything she wants to say, everything she wants him to know. How much she loves him. How much he matters. How good he smells…
>“You…” He guides her hand to set the cup down, gentle. His fingers free hers to tangle and mingle with his, to hold her tight as he holds her eyes, genuine. Gentle. “Matter, so much more.”
>Tears threaten to burst over the dam behind her eyes, a lurch in her chest that pushes her up closer. So close, she can smell his breath; overwhelmingly scented with plum wine, and something else… tart, chemical, clinical. Curiosity creeps up in the back of her head, whispering. How would he taste, then? She licks her lips, and he sees.
>“That’s not true.” Wet in the corners of her eyes. “Yi, you—you matter.” She needs him to know. The fingers on his shoulder clench in the cloth of his robes, twisting and pulling tight. “You’re gonna save us all.” Her fingers squeeze his palm, and he squeezes back, holds her hand tight in his. “Won’t you at least do what’s right for you? My big brother…” Something shameful builds in her. Something like greed, envy, something sinful. She doesn’t want to let go. She doesn’t want to give him up.
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