It was officially winter. As she sipped the hot chocolate while looking out of the window, she couldn't help but wonder about the surreality of the dream a few nights ago. The hand. She could still feel the grasp of the hand even as she woke up suddenly, a grasp so strong and sturdy it spoke, "I will never let you fall". It was then that she realised she hadn't woken up crying for the first time in a very long time...
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That hand will forever hold you... will never leave you nor forsake you
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