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Keenan’s pov

I bring Taylor into my car and lay her on the seats even as she had fallen asleep and her eyes remain close. I can’t help admiring her for the moment that I adjust her sleeping position. Her make-up is already worn out from much crying, her mascara already masking her under her eyes and giving her sleepy eyes and her lip gloss is smeared wrongly on her lips. Notwithstanding, she still looks as beautiful as I can remember. She makes a mumbling sound even while she sleeps and I lower to hear her properly.

“Don’t hurt me.” She looks troubled and vulnerable and my heart...