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“When my business went under, you stood by my side.”
“When I got shot, you were right there in the hospital.”
She let out a shaky laugh, brushing away tears.
She leaned closer, overwhelmed.
“And when my health started failing,” he finished, “you never left.”
“Oh, darling,” she whispered. “That’s so sweet. What are you trying to say?”
“I think you’re cursed.”
Then she laughed.
Not because it was romantic. Not because it was tender. But because after everything they’d been through, that was exactly him. Honest. Blunt. Incredibly alive.