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flabaloobalah said:
I don't know how long we were curled up against each other on the couch, silently kissing, before Sam noticed that I was crying. I felt him hesitate, salt water on his tongue, before he realized what the taste meant. "Grace. Are আপনি - crying?" I didn't say anything, because that would only make the reasons for my tears আরো real. Sam rubbed them away with his thumb, then pulled his sleeve over his fist to wipe the tracks away with the fabric. "Grace, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" Sam's yellow eyes were flickering over my face, looking for clues as I shook my head. Downstairs, I heard the cashier ringing up another customer. It seemed very far away. "No," I ব্যক্ত finally. I rubbed another tear out of my eye before it could fall. "No, আপনি did everything right. It's just that-" I couldn't say it. I couldn't. Sam didn't flinch. "-that this is my last year." I bit my lip, hard, and rubbed away another tear. "I'm not ready. I'll never be ready." He didn't say anything. Maybe there wasn't anything to say. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me again, only this time he guided my cheek onto his chest and ran his hand over the back of my head, clumsy but comforting. I closed my eyes and listened to the thud of his হৃদয় until mine matched pace with his. Finally, he rested his cheek on the শীর্ষ of my head and whispered, "We don't have time to be sad." - From Grace's point of view, Shiver
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