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My life may as well have been flashing before my eyes, as I saw the ones I loved crumple and die. I was getting lost in it; a high I didn't want to have, not this time. I was there but I saw myself standing weakened in the corner, unable to help from either end. I could still feel myself shaking and, from a distance, I could hear voices. They wanted me to snap out of it, to tell them the things that I was terrified to see. Things that obscured my vision no matter how many times I tried to shake them away. I could feel the tears on my face, but I couldnt move to wipe them away.It was over now, I knew what I needed to know. But, for some reason, I couldnt bring myself back. I just kept seeing the tortured images play over and over again in front of me. And then he was there. With his arms around me, shaking me softly and calling me back. There was something magnetic there, something much stronger than the visions. I was pulled to him, and I would be even if I didnt want it. But I did. The vision quickly melted away and I felt myself slide back to reality. I fell to the floor and he fell with me, holding on all the time. I couldn't cry. I just buried my face into his shirt and hid away from the curious ones that looked on.Something happened then, something no one could begin to explain. We were bonded. Connected. Unable to ever forget. And when our hands touched, we lit up the room.On Saturday, October 25, 2008 at 10:09 AM
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