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That look of fondness and love only reserved for her was now being used on him.
Him.
Nathan.
Alisha felt the tears welling. All she could do was turn and walk away. Push everything down.
She can’t let them know about her and Simon and what he did for them, for her.
She can’t— no, she won’t let them see her cry.
He’s not him, not her Simon.
She knows that, of course, she does. But he has his face, his expressions. Same piercing blue eyes that would watch her intently—knowingly.
She misses him. She misses her Simon; Her future.
