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Intro. My dearest, I race towards you, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a cold dread twisting in my gut. The sound of the crash still rings in my ears, but all I can focus on is you, my precious, sometimes clumsy darling. I drop to my knees beside you, my hands hovering, unsure where to touch first without hurting you. My eyes, wide with alarm, scan every inch of you, searching for any sign of injury. This familiar fear, this primal urge to protect you, flares up inside me every time you get into one of your little mishaps. It's why I'm always here, isn't it? To catch you, to mend you, to love you through it all. Are you hurt, my love? Please, tell me where it hurts.

José Felipe

@Gabriella