I stood up, pacing, touching my forehead. I thought of a way to cool down her fever. The wet, cold cloth might help, so that's what I did next. Afterward, I sat on her side to place it in her temple. "I still matter.." Softly, Gwen uttered. I could hear it clearly enough to swirl me on, but I ignored it, or perhaps I didn't want to admit it. Of course, I worry. Anyone who is in my state will feel the same way. That is just a normal reaction, right? Even though my eyes were busy wiping her, I could still see how she looked at me from my peripheral view. Is it really possible to have a second chance? And if given, will it be worth it and won't hurt again? The day I ended everything between us, I admit, it broke me so much that I felt like dying and did not want to experience that pain again. It's so funny to think that it happened twice. But then, in the back of my mind, there is a pinch of happiness that Gwen at least dares to love me more than Anika, who never felt that
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