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I ran to him.






No one was there to help him.









I came to his level by kneeing and I knew he fainted.







This was the first time I would be able to touch him.







My hands were trembling but I cleared my mind.







He needed help.








I shook his body but he wasn't responding.







The moment I touched his shoulders I felt he was extremely warm.






I felt good just by touching him.







But this wasn't the time for it.







I tried to find anything from him that can help me to contact his close one but he had nothing with him.







I decided to take him to the club. I put his hands on my shoulder making him stand.







Surprising fact was he wasn't that heavy that a normally man should be.... What's wrong with him?







I walked with his hands swinging on my shoulders and soon I reached his club.







Before I could open the door I heard him saying...









"Don't take me there..."

The Dancer || PJM ✓Where stories live. Discover now