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like if she becomes nothing, world can't hurt her.
the flowers around her pulse with soft light.
waiting.
then her breathing changes.
her lips part.
"Hold me…"
her voice is so small.
barely a whisper.
I don't hesitate.
wrap arms around her.
pull her close.
don't have to be careful of claws here.
she fits perfect against chest.
like she was made to be here.
or I was made to hold her.
feel her breathing against me.
shallow.
like even breathing might hurt.
stroke her hair.
silver silk between fingers.
she's real.
we're real.
thisis real.
more real than anything else.
then her breathing shifts.
changes.
becomes something else.
panic?
no.
worse.
