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| She came to him in hysterics. He gently placed his arms around her trembling body as she silently cried into his chest. Here, in his arms, was an enchanting woman, emotionally bruised and hurt. They have been friends for sometime, and a care for for her was beginning to grow. She valued their friendship for quite sometime. She knew that she could always count on him for anything, and she felt safe with him. She had always turned to him in times of immense joy and celebration. This time was different. To her, it seemed her world was quickly falling to pieces. There was no one else to turn to, except him. He could feel the sorrow weighing heavily on her spirit. He was at loss for comforting words for her; all he could think to do was just to hold her. He felt useless in his comfort because he didn�t know what to say. He soothingly caressed her deep brown hair and held her close to the reassuring warmness of his body. �Shh,� he softly let pass his lips: it was the only think he could do. She felt some comfort in his arms, a calming in the beating of his heart. He was her protector this time. Her sadness began to calm. Her sobbing slowly subsided, her trembling stopped, and she took a deep breath. The sense of never wanting to leave the security of his arms filled her heart. �Are you ok?� he asked in a whisper, hoping not to disturb her peace, �Is there something that I can do?� He began to withdraw his arms from her frame. �Please, just hold me,� she replied, her voice breaking. She never wanted to leave the solace of his embrace. She lifted her face up so she could see his. The sorrow that filled her mysterious green eyes caused him to catch his breath. How could anyone hurt such a exquisite creature, he wondered. He bowed his head, and kissed her quivering lips, ever so gently. Her eyes closed as her heart was over come with warmth. He hastily pulled away, mentally reprimanding himself for taking advantage of a vulnerable individual like he did. He was selfish, and immoral, and yet, as he focused on her sweet face, she was smiling. He had kissed her. All her suffering seemed to have melted with this one, trivial act, and her suffering seemed to have begun to fade. She smiled up at him, her face tranquil, her eyes shining. In the one person that she turned to, she found a new emotion growing. Her face reassured him that he was not wrong in what he did, and invited him to kiss her again. |
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