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ESHA :-
My eyes met hisβdark, stormy eyes that flickered between surprise and shock. His hand was firm around my waist, steadying me beneath the surface like he was afraid Iβd slip away again.
I blinked, once, twiceβwater stung my lashes, blurring his face. But there was no mistaking that look.
Shock.
Not just because I was here. But because I was me, and I had come.
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