he holds her while she shivers. against the cold, against the something of her brain. he doesn't understand, but he just holds her, keeps her warm. he lets the tears fall on his collar. allows her mascara to smudge. she doesn't understand, but she just cries. allowing her tears to flow freely, letting her
eyeshadow come off. they huddle against the elements of emotional weather. she shivers and just lurches forward into the canopy of his arms, the shelter of his love, their love. a small light in the dark, their hearts burn as one. beautiful, wonderful inner light.


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