[ She says it quickly, trying to cut off some of it. It's her turn to raise a hand, her small palm stopping flat on his chest. It partly covers up a scar, she doesn't even think about it. His scars are part of the man she's come to know. To love. The scars and the darkness and the playboy and the man who cares so, so deeply that he's blind to how much it's a part of him. ]
The only thing I want you to try and promise is to at least attempt to stop pushing everybody away at the first sign of serious trouble. The choices...
You know that when I object to those, I tell you. Loudly. I'm good with the person that you are, Oliver. Stop trying to tell yourself about all the things that you're not and just.
[ She gropes for a word, almost lost in looking at his face, her own upturned, eyes fixed on him, her whole attention, everything, focused on this one man who means more than the world, sometimes. ]
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[ She says it quickly, trying to cut off some of it. It's her turn to raise a hand, her small palm stopping flat on his chest. It partly covers up a scar, she doesn't even think about it. His scars are part of the man she's come to know. To love. The scars and the darkness and the playboy and the man who cares so, so deeply that he's blind to how much it's a part of him. ]
The only thing I want you to try and promise is to at least attempt to stop pushing everybody away at the first sign of serious trouble. The choices...
You know that when I object to those, I tell you. Loudly. I'm good with the person that you are, Oliver. Stop trying to tell yourself about all the things that you're not and just.
[ She gropes for a word, almost lost in looking at his face, her own upturned, eyes fixed on him, her whole attention, everything, focused on this one man who means more than the world, sometimes. ]
Live.