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“Say something,” she whispers, and I realize I’ve just been staring, trying to catalogue every change while her hands shake at her sides.

“You’re beautiful.” Is there really anything else to say? But the more honest part of my brain whispers that there’s so much more. I want you. I need you. I’ve fucking missed you.

She looks down and swallows. “Better, huh?”

My stomach knots