Between heaven and hell, in a place where most of us would get lost. There was her, the most delicate one this world has seen. Whenever you could hold her, it felt like she barely was there. She truly was somewhere between two worlds. So easy to hold her, so gently to be touched as if not to break her. Even standing just with her, not a step forward or back you want to make, just stay still. Though, you know she was different before, something made her this soft. And be thankful for that as for every single stroke she laid on your bruised skin, you healed with every day. Without a single word she told stories of places you have not seen. Say as you will, you could listen to them from early sunrise till the moment the moon rose. Without a single sound she would sing you a song to dance to. Say as you will, but without even knowing steps you were ready to dance.
And believe it or not, but you get to keep her. You get to hold her. Just not too strong, as if not to break her. With her you get to stand between heaven and hell.
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