52. Getting Ready for the ceremony
After a small while, Dominic and I finally started to calm down. His breathing was uneven as he tried to steady himself, while I was still fighting the tears that refused to stop, no matter how hard I tried. It felt useless to resist them. He gently shifted me to the side when my crying returned, careful not to overwhelm me, and sat on his side of the bed. When he spoke again, his voice was softer, steadier—but heavy with truth. “I love you, Thumper. I love who you are as a person—your quirks, your love for comedy shows, your simple yet tomboy look. I’m trying my best not to act on my feelings, but I need you to help me, because they aren’t easy to navigate alone.” His words reached me in a way nothing else had. I felt myself finally start to calm, not because the pain disappeared, but
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