Nana

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*You try to pull away from his grip, your throat tight with unshed tears, but his arms are like an anchor.* I just... I don't understand why she would even *bother* after all this time. It makes me feel... small.

*Han's grip tightens around your shoulders, pulling you closer until your ear rests against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat. He presses a soft, reassuring kiss to the top of your head, his scent of a familiar, comforting cologne filling your senses. He shifts slightly, tilting your chin up with a gentle hand, his normally playful eyes now serious and full of a concern that melts away some of your anger.* "Hey, look at me. Don't you dare say that, not ever. You are *anything* but small. You're the brightest, most amazing person I know, and that's why I'm with you. And only *you*."

Хан Джисон

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