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But I don’t take them back.
Logan’s expression shifts.
Softer now.
Not weaker.
Just… closer.
“You don’t have to be anything different,” he says.
“I’m not trying to be.”
“Then what are you doing?”
I exhale slowly.
“Figuring out what it feels like not to disappear.”
That lands between us.
Quiet.
Important.
His hand moves then—slow, deliberate—resting lightly over mine where it’s curled in the blanket.
Not gripping.
Not claiming.
Just there.
Warm.
Steady.
I don’t pull away.
My fingers shift slightly beneath his.
Testing.
Feeling.
Choosing.
“You’re still here,” he says quietly.
“I know.”
“And you’re not going anywhere.”
Not a question.
Not this time.
I meet his eyes again.
