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Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.
She never felt like she belonged anywhere, except for when she was lying on her bed, pretending to be somewhere else.
What were the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back?
You think that holding someone hard will bring them closer. You think that you can hold them so hard that you’ll still feel them, embossed on you, when you pull away.
