“Regrets won't make it better.” He said into my hair, my senses had heightened in the loss of my eyesight. His breath moved strands of my hair, brushing it against my cheek. The flutter of his chest as I leaned on him, shifted his shoulders. We stayed like that for a long time, I wasn't sure how long, but when he finally left me, I felt better, safer knowing he was around.
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