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I took a few seconds to regain myself, before turning back to look at you. Your face was patient, as it was the last time we had met, and was serenely calm, but I did notice the sternness in your eyes.

You didn't question my actions — although I had a feeling that you wanted to — and I was glad that you didn't, because I had no idea how I could even begin to explain myself being suicidal.

Instead, you just calmly spoke, "I thought I told you to cry with me, so why were you crying alone?"

That made me sob once again, harder than before.

The fact that you meant everything you said, and actually cared was too much for me. I had never gotten this type of love and encouragement from anyone, so getting it from you was overwhelming, to say the least.

You gently pulled me into a hug, soothingly patting my back, letting me cry on your shoulder.

Your body was so warm. . .

Your body radiated warmth that I didn't know I needed. I felt so safe in your embrace. I felt as if I could've stayed like that, in your arms, forevermore.

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