[ The tentative laugh that almost bubbled out of Harper was cut short by Strange's open and honest statement. Neither of them had said it before, and Harper's instinct was to run from them. The L-word had always been a cue to run before. Love meant attachments and attachments meant that she could get hurt. They'd never said it before, and yet she'd gotten hurt anyway. Hurt, and yet somehow, in just those few moments since Strange arrived at her door, she was already feeling the broken parts of her knit back together. How could she have been so empty for five years and not love him?
God, it was all still so painful and messy, but it was undeniable. Her stupid, breakable heart loved him.
Eyes still watery and red, she looked at him with a kind of wonder she usually tried to keep from her face. It didn't exactly suit her tough demeanor, but then again, nothing about this day did. She wanted to tell him, to say how all the pain she felt was just her warped, broken way of loving him, but the part of her that always hesitated with these things needed to hear it again. She needed to know that he meant it. ]
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God, it was all still so painful and messy, but it was undeniable. Her stupid, breakable heart loved him.
Eyes still watery and red, she looked at him with a kind of wonder she usually tried to keep from her face. It didn't exactly suit her tough demeanor, but then again, nothing about this day did. She wanted to tell him, to say how all the pain she felt was just her warped, broken way of loving him, but the part of her that always hesitated with these things needed to hear it again. She needed to know that he meant it. ]
You love me?