A small blip of a laugh escaped her as she watched him inhale, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair affectionately. “I’m happy, I’m ... I guess I just pushed the thought out of my mind that there were other ... versions? Of me... who were still living without you and I know...” She looked down and swallowed before looking back up at him fondly, her voice far meeker than it’d ever becaround anyone but him. “I know how devastating that is, even if I learn to live with it later. I’m... thankful there’s at least one other me who isn’t feeling that way every day.”
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