The reach was not too far nor was the grit. I knew all it would take is the touch of my trailing voice to make her detest the world and come crashing to my arms.
But there were pronouncements; there were diminutions holding me back in an excruciating torment. As my mind got clouded with insanity the only way I found respite was to flow with the tide.
I walked up to her to be as close two humans could without abutting. There were no words, no reverberation whatsoever. The uncanny beats of her heart were making me anarchy. With some courage, I started to move my lips to form the syllable but before even the labium could vibrate I found her in my shield, curving in a cocoon of love shedding away all uncalled reasoning and thoughts.
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