"Agatha."She nodded, her eyes feverishly looking at him. "Here.""I have a meeting at 3 pm. We don't have much time. Baby, get up from the bed now. Take a shower and dress up. It's already past 12 so let's just eat outside." Unfortunately, Agatha's mind already went to a slightly grey area so she didn't reply. Since he was the only one who stayed for her, her thoughts were all about how to not let him go. Her eyes went down to his broad and slightly callused hand, this hand that grasped hers when she was in the two darkest periods of her life. Ignoring the confusion on his face, she held it tightly using her two small hands. All she was thinking of was to never let go of it...so he would also not be able to leave her. A second later, a particular scene in the past played in her memories, reminding her of how he said he was hers. Then she realized, he wouldn't actually be going away by himself
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