You were driving down this narrow, twisty path by a cliff, and I was in the passenger seat. Though you should've been focusing on keeping us on the road, you still took your hand off the wheel and placed it on my knee. Though I should've pushed it away and forced you to grip the wheel more tightly, I didn't. Instead, I took your hand and entwined my fingers with yours.
You know, I trusted you not to crash us to our deaths. I trusted that even if we did, you'd still be there by my side, hand in mine. It wouldn't have been a bad way to die, to be buried with you by the mountains. Not at all.
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martyrdom
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