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Do you love her too?

"You? Do you love me?" she asked in the middle of the storm. "Very much," he replied, hardly paying her any attention. Her brown eyes looked at him, heavy with anguish. Latent beneath her lashes, one could smell the fear. He sat up then and looked at her. "Very much," he repeated like a spell. The words caught in the girl's throat. If only there were some way to stop the words piling up in her sou…