He snaked his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me close to him, our foreheads touching, his eyes searching mine.
"It will work out," he said fiercely. He paused, staring at me as though trying to gauge if I believed him.
I tilted my head slightly, regarding him from a slightly different angle, a little sad.
"I promise," he said firmly.
But they were just empty words.
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