That faint heart of yours, I can't stand losing that. I might protect it a thousand times so don't lose it in a single wound I can't protect you from, the wound of love.
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"Are you sure about that, hija?" The memory of madame Cecil's voice softened as she led me through the living room and went to my favorite little garden.
"I don't see any reason to delay this, madame. I also thought that I needed to talk to him, we needed to talk. You’re right. My condition is now good and it's unfair for him because I know what's going on around him while he doesn't even know if I'm still alive. "it was as if a dog was chasing me because after I said that I took a deep breath to calm down.
"That's good. You're finally accepting things the way they are."she tapped my shoulders and I did not expect her to hug me so tightly and caressed my back.