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𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

"Can I keep it?" She asks, her voice trembling with vulnerability, tears glistening in her eyes. I meet her gaze, my heart swelling, and respond without hesitation, "Of course."

Luckily, my words provide a small comfort to her, momentarily quieting her sobs. Sensing her need for physical connection, I extend one hand from the steering wheel, reaching out to rub her arm. She grasps onto it tightly, seeking comfort, as if clinging herself to me to try and ignore the storm of emotions.

As we drive, her grip slowly loosens, and I gently remind her, "Baby, I need to drive." Understanding the necessity of the moment, she reluctantly releases my arm, bringing her hand back to her chest, clutching the sweater. Just as her sobs slowly subside, tiny cries escape her trembling lips once more, shattering my heart. In an attempt to console her, I softly say, "Baby, please remember how you were just beginning to calm down. I understand that this hard for you, my love. But I want you to enjoy yourself at dance today. Please, try not to cry." My words hang in the air, as she takes several deep breaths, desperately trying to regain control of her emotions.

"Im sorry" she says softly.

"There's no need to apologize, my dear." I meet her gaze. In that moment, I steal a quick glance at the directions on my phone, realizing that we still have a good eight minutes until we reach othe studio. As Rain shifts in her seat, she curls her body inward, clutching my cozy sweater tightly against her chest for comfort.

"Remember, my love, you can always call or text me whenever you feel the need," I remind her, emphasizing that she is now my top priority. Focusing in on her, I gently reach out and delicately smooth her ponytail back with my hand, using the small gesture as a way to provide both physical reassurance, knowing physical touch is her love language. 

"You never gave me your phone number," she says, her voice tinged with disappointment. A sinking feeling settling in my stomach. How could I have forgotten? I try to hide my frustration as I realize this was entirely my fault.

"Shoot, you're right, I'm really sorry," I stammer. I ask her, "Can you please hand me your phone?" She reaches into her bag and grabs her phone.  I delicately put in my number in her contact. 

We're now just six minutes away from her dance studio. Looking over, she looks so sad, so broken. I realize how much I care for her, how desperately I want to shield her from any pain. If only I could freeze time, stay with her forever, and hold her close until the hurt fades away.

My fingers grip the steering wheel a little tighter, my mind consumed by thoughts of how I can help mend her. The seconds tick by, each one bringing us closer to our destination, but farther away from the eachother. I silently promise to do everything I can to chase away her sadness and bring back the happiness she deserves.

 As I glance towards her, her eyes meet mine, revealing a longing for my touch. In response, I firmly grasp her delicate hand, intertwining our fingers, while my other hand firmly grips the steering wheel. 

"I'm going to miss you." She playfully twirls my fingertips and interlocks them, reluctant to let go. Responding, I assure her,

 "I understand, my dear. I'm going to miss you too." Five minutes remain of being togehter. 

As the five minutes swiftly pass by, we find ourselves arriving at the studio before we know it. Not wasting a single moment, I quickly unfasten my seatbelt and make my way to the passenger seat. Gently, I reach over, opening the car door to untangle her from her own seatbelt. My gaze locks with hers, and as tears well up in her eyes, my heart aches for her. Softly, I place my hands on her face, cradling her with love.

 "Oh, my sweet girl," I murmur, my voice filled with a quiet strength. Trying my best to console her, I implore her not to let her tears fall. As she steps out of the car, she hugs me tightly, seeking comfort in my arms. With equal warmth, I hold her close, pressing a gentle kiss upon her head. While still enveloped in her embrace, I lean over and carefully shut the car door. Eventually, I gently peel her away from me, reaching over to retrieve her bag from the backseat. I make my way back to her side, effortlessly swinging the bag over my shoulder. Our hands intertwine seamlessly, and she clings tightly to me as we walk towards the studio entrance. I take the lead, opening the door and guiding her inside. 

 "Where is your room?" In response, she leads me to a room with cubbies, each one filled  with dance bags and shoes. Carefully, I slide her bag off my shoulder, gently placing it inside one of the cubbies. Kneeling down beside her, I untie her shoes, carefully arranging next to her bag. She slips on the sweater I had given her, holding onto me with an unwavering grip. 

 "I want you to know that I love you so, so, so, so, so much," I express, my words flowing with genuine affection. "Please carry with you everything I've told with you. You are truly special to me." As I pull back, I plant a soft kiss upon her forehead.

"I love you too," she says softly. Our eyes meet one last time, and I offer her a warm smile before reluctantly parting from her side.

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