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𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆.

𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

𝒚𝒐𝒖!

𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆!

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕!

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HE felt light touches on his face.

Then on his arm.

He woke up. A little blurry for a second.

The sun was shining so bright.

The walls were white.

He looked to his right and see the window and the beautiful view of the garden with a pond.

He then turned stiff when he felt more light touches.

He didn't want to turn around and see who it was.

He was scared.

The finger tip landed on his jaw and made him turn his face.

He saw something he was dying to see.

He saw his angel.

His Violeta.

"Good morning," Violeta whispered with a smile.

"Morning," Marcelo said with a smile and put Violeta's hair behind her ears.

"What are you doing here?" Marcelo asked.

Violeta fake pouted, "You don't want me here?"

"No No, baby! I mean what are we doing here?" Marcelo asked in panic.

Violeta giggled, "We live here, silly! This our bedroom,"

Marcelo was shocked.

We live here.

We sleep together.