"I'm sorry", he whispered regretfully. It was the first time he had broken her heart. The one she so confidently placed into his gentle hands the night they fell in love underneath the stars.
She looked into his deep, brown eyes that were delicately framed by his long eyelashes. She loved his eyes the most - the way they searched her face, the way they creased at the corners when he laughed, and the way they darkened when he wanted her.
"I forgave you before you even apologized", she answered, brushing her thumb over his cheek as he held her close to him.
And as those words escaped from her thin, fragile lips, she realized how vulnerable she had become with him: she had given him the ability to break her, and all she would ever do is ensure that he isn't hurt in the process of her own putrefaction.
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