He steps up to me, begins to pull me into his arms. It's a gesture that shouldn't feel so familiar.
"Don't," I say softly. The word come from my lips, and I know it is the right thing to say, but there is a part of me that doesn't want to say it at all.
There is a part of me that wants to take it back now that I've said it.
He stops, looking down at me. His eyes are unreadable as I step away.
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