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 hand is raised.

I only have seconds to think and remember.

As it draws near, I have so many questions.

Is that love or hate in his eyes? Will I feel pain or love inside? Closer, closer, and closer even still.

The moments drag on.

Will it be the memories I know? Will I have time to turn to run and go?

Then time stops.

The hand is directly in front of me seemingly frozen.

And I remember who I am with and where.

I blink at the loving face before me.

Time continues.

And I happily curl into his embrace again.

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