His skin was thick from years and years of work, work with his hands, carpentry. We sat, hand in hand, not talking, just sitting and being together. My head was rested on his shoulder. “I want to sit here forever.” I pleaded knowing it couldn’t be.
He smiled and squeezed my hand softly, “You know that I am always here for you.”
“I know, but can we just stay here forever? Don’t make me ever get up.” Even in the middle of it happening, it was hard for me to ever give up the moment.
He took his other hand and rubbed my cheek. His hand. I held his right hand in my two hands, rubbing it gently. He was everything, everything to me. “Why? Why did you have to do it?”
“For you.” I knew the answer. He had saved me, but it still hurt that he had to…
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