2025-03-02 13:00:48Brown held Clara close, his arms wrapped protectively around her as if he could shield her from all the fears and uncertainties that still lingered in her heart. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, quick and uneven, but there was something else—something that told him she was finally letting go of the walls she had built for so long.
Minutes passed in silence, their breaths the only sound in the dimly lit hotel room. Brown didn’t rush her. He knew Clara needed time, and for once, he was willing to wait—not out of desperation, but because he finally saw a flicker of hope in her eyes.Clara shifted slightly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on his chest. “Brown?” she murmured, her voice soft but filled with uncertainty.“Hm?” He ran his fingers through her hair, patiently waiting for her to speak.She hesitated, her grip tightening. “What if I mess this up again?”Brown sighed, knowing exactly where her mind was going.
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