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,,Are you okay?"

The blonde was startled when he heard Daniel coughing loudly. He ran up to him like a dog and carefully placed a hand on his shoulders.

"Yeah, yeah good."

The dark-haired boy smiled painfully and cleared his throat one last time.

"Should I... should I call the hospital? Or should I take you there? Shit, I don't know, Danie! Speak with me."

The desperation and concern in his voice was very evident. He was worried, worried about Daniel.

"I'm fine Callum."

He answered with a stony expression on his face and a blonde sat down next to him on the sofa.

"I just... if anything happens to you, tell me. I am here for you."

Daniel's heart began to beat faster. It was satisfied. It was warm.

Callum was the reason.

He never had anyone to fall asleep in, to cry on, to tell his problems to. And suddenly, there he was. The boy who could do anything for the green-eyed boy because he loved him endlessly.

And Daniel loved him.

He was just afraid. He was afraid he wasn't good enough for him because he didn't feel good enough even for himself.

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