She reached out for my hand and hugged me close to her freshly floral scented body. The perfume comforted me somehow, like a touch of realism reminding me that she is there for me now. The hug was warm and comforting and I wept silent tears into her shoulders.
We both know there was nothing we could do. And the best thing to do would be to just ride it out. When did this get so hard?
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