Where I am today, tomorrow I will be no more.
- But where will I be then, I can not say yet.
I know that feeling. I know because I've bounced before. Even then I'm not broken it, even though this is how it felt. Oh, it once again. When I was a container full of pieces that are only held together by the skin. And with every sob, it hurts again. But this time I'm not broke.
A hand is offered to me and I feel heat, which is broadcast in an aura. she gently pulsates, as if she had a heart attack. She did. I know that. I surprised to see it. I had not expected that he will see me again just now - but it feels so good, because his eyes are bright again and they are no longer angry. I feel like a child, while I the ke. But perhaps I may even now, perhaps it is in order. I hesitate, then I take his hand. Will it stop me? "Whether I can keep me on my feet really? I'm so dizzy, my Ears, it rushes in my breast, it is so hot. But when he pulls me it is very gently and carefully, and before I must try, try to beat me, I reject already on his body, which I think is currently cooling. Should I be afraid of him, after he tell me last time has so left - no. Because I understand him. And I understand why he did it, it opens up to me now. The young god, who at one time no longer seems so young passes me on the head. Apparently it has approved the child's feelings in me, because he is under it. He comforted me I really would not expect. I thought he would blame me for how I behave myself again. "It's okay," he says softly. And I know that something has changed between us. The way he talks to me, is different. She is beautiful. "Why?" I want to know quiet. My voice sounds terribly mistreated. When I would have screamed. And I've just been crying, no more. "Because you have nothing to reproach you. Now just do not. "Slowly, I nod. If he we see, it also explains why he accuses me. It is a paradox, while it is not. Trembling, I breathe out and bury my face in his chest. It is good to inhale his scent. Meanwhile, he is familiar. He has been with me for so long. But I would never be able to assign. In my memory I know that he once smelled of vanilla and cinnamon. Something that fits incredibly well with him. But that is not himself I suppose this fragrance is the first time consciously aware of and yet I see him again. It makes him so human. How unusual. "I'm afraid," I say quietly and he smiles, then he begins to weigh me back and forth. It seems to me like he was dancing with me, but we do not move from the spot. "You always have." It is no reproach, and it also does not sound like one. It sounds gentle and loving. "But you're finished." Sometimes I'm not so sure as he did. But it's nice that it makes me courage now, rather than to humiliate me. I know that it has the same effect, because he does it the right way. His fingers close gently around my hand. "Come with me" he asks me gently and I understand that he will soon lead me to the next level. In this world there is something waiting for me. But now - not now. Now he will help me to find rest in his arms.
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