He grasped her face and stared at her, elated and eager again.
“You must promise me to be careful with your face, as careful with it as I would be. No more shards, promise me.”
“No more shards.”
He traced his finger lightly over the cuts on her cheek. “Good.”
“Just tell me you've waited for me too.”
“I've waited for you. You know that. I asked you to come.”
“And I did,” she said. “I came.”
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