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Losing Her

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Blake POV

Settling into the back, I hold her. I meet her tired eyes, her face pale and drawn but holding that unmistakable spark. “You didn’t give in,” I murmur with a wink, hoping to lift her spirits just a bit.

A weak laugh escapes her lips, more of a breath than a sound, but it’s there. “Didn’t see the point,” she whispers, managing a small shrug. “They’d have just killed me after anyway.” Her attempt at a smile is fragile, but it’s there.

“Smart and tough. That’s my girl,” I say, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

She gives me a weak smile, her eyes glassy but steady as they hold mine. She draws a shaky breath, her voice soft, almost fragile, as if she’s letting herself speak a truth she’s kept buried.

“I thought… if I had one last chance to say it…” she pauses, swallowing back the pain, her voice barely a whisper. “I love you—all of you. More than I ever thought I’d be able to… more than I thought someone like me deserved.”

Her fingers tighten around mine, and I feel
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