break;

“If I weren’t a human being,” her lips were trembling. Trembling with fear, fear of whatever comes next as his answer. “… what would I be?”

The man gave her a funny look. He chuckled and stroked her hair lovingly, gently pushing her towards him even closer. Why would she ask a frivolous question attesting his means?

“You would be my promises.”

(That was a year ago, before he realised he couldn’t keep her as his own promises.)

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