Later on she told me it didn't mean anything that she held my hand, that she holds hands with lots of her friends. Yes dear, whatever you say. But as we held hands and talked about inconsequential things, and you held your head rigidly forward to avoid looking at me, I could feel your entire body tremble through your fingertips, and your heart beating like a drum in the palm of your hand, not to mention the perfectly visible thudding of your chest. Not just like most of your friends, I expect.

- Wikky
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