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My heart hurts... 🥺🥰

"How often do you come?"
“Whenever the loneliness felt too heavy or the longing too great. That’s when I would come here. Just to feel you.”
The tears were welling now, spilling over her lashes. “To feel me? I wasn’t here. I left as soon as I could. I⁠—”
“But this was the place I last held you in my arms."

😢

“Are you mocking me, lass?”
“Never.”
“Are you teasing me, then?”
“Och, Callum,” she said "Like Mr. Darcy, Callum MacLeod isnae to be teased.”
“And yet Lizzy teased him anyway" he said, leaning down, his lips a mere breath from hers.
"Aye, she did."
"And Mr Darcy liked it."

🤭

“Wasn’t that enough?” she asked, and he could smell her tears, heard them drop and splatter onto the wood steps. “Wasn’t I enough?”
If he could have clawed his own heart out of his chest and offered it to her, if that would have made a difference, he would have done it. He would have knelt at her feet and let her take from him what she felt she was owed.

the angst is angsting 👌

She had been so sad. So damned sad for so damned long, to the point that sometimes her grief felt like a sealskin in its own right — heavy and thick and slick on her back. She carried her grief where she no longer carried her skin. Because it was gone.