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Can't Be My Hero

And then there he was, standing in the door frame of her bedroom. Maybe she could pretend to be asleep, Lily thought, although she kept one eye just barely cracked open.

“Lily?” He whispered. “Lily, are you awake?” Then she heard footsteps; her mother going back down the stairs. As soon as she was safely out of earshot, he ripped the blankets off her, got right into her face. “I know you’re awake. What’s wrong with you!”

“Go away!” She said, trying to grab her blankets back. “You’re…you’re stalking me now! I don’t like it! Please, go away!” There were tears on her face now. She hated herself for crying, for letting him see her cry, but she was past caring now.

He sat down on the bed, gathered her into his arms. “Oh, Lily,” he said, so gently, before drawing her to him and kissing her, long and sweet. It felt so good, so right—she just wanted it to stay that way. He stroked her hair tenderly.

Lily wished he could protect her. She wished it would stay like this. But it couldn’t.

She pulled away. “No.”

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