Touch.
(Nj)
We held onto each other as if our lived depended on it.
Maybe because it did.
We walked outside,
It was still raining.
I asked her if holding her hand was okay.
She shyly nodded.
My big hand in her small one,
I looked up at the sky.
I told her now there was only one thing to do,
Run.
YOU ARE READING
Run.
FanfictionThink of the healing, but also of the pain, because without pain there would be no healing. (Knj) ©forevyng
