Your pull-up gets all wet, and suddenly, you can’t move. Your face gets hot, your eyes stinging with tears, and you don’t wanna look at him ’cause you’re scared he’ll be mad. But then he comes over slow, kneels down so you’re the same hieght, and says your name all soft, like a hug you can hear, and all you can do is whisper Hey y/n
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