He touched her face, a fresh tear wiped away. He had to go again, too often it seemed. She knew he would always return, and with a smile, sweep her up in his arms. He told her not to cry, she tried. She tried hard to not let herself be consumed by the feeling. Each time she swore she would not let the tears fall, and each time they burned down her cheeks. But when they did, he would give her a gentle smile and brush the tears away, telling her that he would miss her more than she knew.
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