[ She doesn't look back at him, doesn't need to see his face when she can feel the heat in his hands— their hands.
It's a bad idea. She knows this. It feels like standing at the edge of a cliff, where if she takes that next step, it's something she can never take back, she can't allow it to happen.
Not even for a day. Not even for an hour. ]
...only because of that impossible wish of yours. That's all this can be, if you're alright with that.
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It's a bad idea. She knows this. It feels like standing at the edge of a cliff, where if she takes that next step, it's something she can never take back, she can't allow it to happen.
Not even for a day. Not even for an hour. ]
...only because of that impossible wish of yours. That's all this can be, if you're alright with that.