That night, he knelt before me.
Not the way he had when he proposed years ago, full of hope and certainty—but like a man cornered, stripped of dignity, clinging to the last thread of something he had already destroyed.
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That night, he knelt before me.
Not the way he had when he proposed years ago, full of hope and certainty—but like a man cornered, stripped of dignity, clinging to the last thread of something he had already destroyed.
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