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PhobiaI love you. His warm, loving and caring voice was now broken, cold and scared. There was a clear pain, pure fright of death in his voice, and he cried. It hurt so much to hear the pain in his voice, to see it in his face. I started cooing him, stroking the ocean of wavy golden hair. I caressed his chin, taking away those hurtful tears from his now really pained face, caressing the perfect skin on his arm, now pale, warming his body against mine. Kissed his wonderful, soft and warm lips, kissed his temples, kissed his chin, his forehead, his ears, looking in his pained, yet beautiful green eyes, comforting with mine, desperate to make him stop crying. While crying myself as I shuddered.
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Shh, its going to be ok, stop crying, Im right here, Im right here for you, calm down, shh. And he calmed down.
I whispered in his ear over and over as I cooed, until he fell asleep
I love you too.
I rinsed my mouth