D334.
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cutterpillow92 She walked closer to me. I feel our arms collided. Her right. My left.
She tried to reach for my hand, I felt her fingertips.
I wanted to hold her hand. At the same time, I don’t.
Instead.
I lift my left hand and held my right elbow.
I glance at her face.
She pursed her lips and her head turned downward.
I hate to see her like this.
But I'm tired already.