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My hand moved, as I felt fingers trickle against my forehead, soft caressing almost wiping the dried tears that had formed overnight. The dried tears that had formed and never had weaved down my skin.

I remembered the night, I had told him it all, the box still on the floor likely next to us. The questions, and his soothing answers he offered me, he didn't search for the answers but he dove to find them and he didn't give up, he was a powerhouse. A moving world wind of love.

"It's not morning yet". He whispered into my ear as I moved my head to his chest, opening my eyes softly and he peeled up, kisses running down my cheek.

"Wake me up, when it is morning then". I whispered to him as he nodded, feeling the way his whole body moved as the motion followed through his whole body. He smiled, kissing my head and letting his hands wrap around me. My body felt magic flow through as he surrounded me from all sides. And I fell back to sleep, the magic pulling me into a