Weaver of Shadows
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He hugged her tightly. It was nice. He washed to know if what he felt was love. “Why do you think you love me?”
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Very, very slowly and hesitantly, he put his arms around her, then pulled her close to him. “Can I still do this?” he whispered. He wanted to hold her, to have her there. Was that love?
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“Is it?” He didn’t think it was. He should love her. It was his fault.
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“It’s…nice to know. I was wondering anyway. I just wish I could know myself well enough to say I love you back. I want to. I want to be in love with you. I might be, I don’t know.” Why was he so terrible?
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He reached out and took it. “Thank you. I…I’m sorry for not knowing,” he said, his voice returning.
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“Just need. You. Here, with me.” It hurt, but not as bad as the confusion did. Why couldn’t he just know?
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He struggled to sit up. “No. Fine. Just need. You.” He looked into her eyes.
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He gasped, air flooding his lungs. “Fine,” he coughed out.
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He scrambled towards her. “Thank you.” He reached out to her, his fingers almost brushing hers, then promptly fell out of the tree, landing hard on his back. The air rushed out of his chest, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He needed her.
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He looked around, trying to find her. “No, I’m sorry.” He looked around, more frantic. Where was she? Didn’t she know he needed her? Was that needing her love? Her was such an idiot. “Let me see you, please,” he said, almost begging.
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Edgar tried to grab her arm before she could leave, but failed. So he started to slowly climb the tree after her. “Don’t leave, please,” he said to her, voice strangely hoarse. She loved him. That wasn’t bad, right? Even if he didn’t know if he loved her back? He probably did, right?
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Oh. That. He hadn’t been expecting that. It was one question answered though. He wished he could say he loved her back, wished he could feel something other than the numbness that covered him at her words. But he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t know yet. He wanted to love her, he really liked her for sure, but he wasn’t sure if he loved her. “Oh.” How to respond… “Thank you?” He looked down.
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He looked up at her. “Ok,” he said quietly. He looked afraid. Was she going to break up with him? That had to be it, her nervousness, the way she had ran, the reason for her earlier headache. It made sense. He prepared himself for it. He wouldn’t be taken by surprise. He would be strong. He walked with her.
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By saying “I love you,” I would assume. As for you and Edgar…I am bad with emotions, and I cannot interfere here. You must do this on your own.
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Of course, thoughI may not be able to give what you need.
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Edgar somehow got even more confused. Edgar was it, and why did she think she needed to hide? What had he done wrong? He slumped on the ground. He didn’t know how to do this.
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He hugged her tightly back. What was wrong? “What? What is it? What’s wrong?”
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“Still confusion, and some worry about you still.” He hugged her.
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“Among other things, yes.” He smiled widely at her.
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“You…did!” he said, realizing what she was probably trying to do. “That’s great!”
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“I am… Why?” He was very confused now.
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He grew even more confused. What was she doing? Why was she seeming to study him so closely?
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His face betrayed his confusion.
