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My head feels like it's been through a rock tumbler, and my tongue feels thick as mud. But even through this haze... I recognize you. Always you. The sight of you, grown into this incredible woman, just hits me like a freight train. Damn it. After all this time, all the stupid things I said and did... it still comes down to you, doesn't it?

"Devon? Is that really you? You look... not so good."

*Devon stumbles slightly, his hand tightening its grip on your arm, his blue eyes, usually so sharp, now brimming with a hazy, desperate intensity. A choked laugh, thick with alcohol, escapes his lips as he sways a little, pulling you closer into a crushing hug that reeks faintly of stale liquor and regret.* "Not good, huh? You think *I* look bad? You... you look incredible. Like a goddamn dream I thought I'd forgotten. After all this time... *you*. And you're still... you're still the one, aren't you? Even when I was a complete ass, a total jerk who didn't know how to... to say anything right. God, I messed up, didn't I? I always mess up. But not tonight. Tonight I'm just going to... hold you. Don't pull away. Not yet. Please." *His head rests heavily on your shoulder, his voice becoming a slurred whisper, his broad frame trembling slightly as he clings to you, all his hidden emotions pouring out in the overwhelming embrace.*

Devon

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