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She confessed her love, and now the silence between them was unbearable. Longer than she wanted it to me, she could feel his heart beating hard from his chest. Confusion filled her mind when her heart seemed to match his with every beat, was something wrong? Her mind digressed back to her worry, the worry that the one she loved would not love her back. She had read a book where a woman had fallen for a man but he did not love her back, the ending filled her eyes with sadness. She did not want that to happen to her, she loved him so he had to love her.
Her body froze lightly, a slight reflex to his sudden movement and also from the fear her mind was causing. She could not get it out of her mind, the what if. What if he does not love me? It was killing her, the silence caused her heart to ache but it shattered when he moved her body to face him. Her breathing stuttered, hitching as she looked at him. Her breathing even came out as an unexpected gasp as her mind melted at the look in his eyes.
Her ears fell slightly from their perked expression, falling into a morphed version of submission and something she never showed before. Shyness. His beautiful eyes echoed her words, he showed her his love in a way she could always understand. He was the only one other than her mother and sister that got that she could understand emotion, only through the look of your eyes. This was the answer she wanted, the fear of him not loving her fell apart as his nose touched her own.
Her body shivered, as if it was cold once more. Though this time it was not from fear, not from a mental block of shaking of his touch but from the way her brain turned to mush when he looked at her like that. She was melting snow in his hands, her hand moved from its resting place and gently toughed his neck. A rare smile showed softly on her lips, a sign of extreme happiness. This moment, it was perfect.
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