[ Maybe one day he'll be able to hold more than a star, or empty space. And maybe it's a foolish thing to pour the rest of her energy into, but seeing Faize's gesture and remembering all too vividly how it had actually felt to wrap her arms around him or press their fingers together or kiss him...
Alisha can't really help it.
There's soft pressure on the undersides of his fingers, as though there really is a hand there for a minute. And then-- gone.
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Alisha can't really help it.
There's soft pressure on the undersides of his fingers, as though there really is a hand there for a minute. And then-- gone.
She'll be back. ]