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I placed my face so close to his that his features became indistict, and I began to lose myself in them. I stroked his hair, his skin, his brow, with my fingertips, tears sliding unchecked down my cheeks, my nose against his, and all the time he watched me silently, studying me intently as if he were storing each molecule of me away. He was already retreating withdrawing to somewhere I couldn’t reach him.I kissed him, trying to bring him back. I kissed him and let my lips rest against his so that our breath mingled and the tears from my eyes became salt on his skin, and I told myself that, somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive perpetual. I wanted to press every bit of me against him. I wanted to will something into him. I wanted to give him every bit of life I felt and force him to life.I held him, Will Traynor ex-City whiz kid, ex-stunt diver, sportsman, traveller, lover. I held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved.


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Swan

It was a beautiful night. A cold breeze blew making her shiver slightly and clutch her coat closer to her frail body. Looking down from the roof over the city she saw tiny bright lights cruising down the streets, the brightly-lit coast in the distance, the occasional wail of the siren. She soaked in the life of the city, breating it ibto her lungs along with the cool night air and exhaling it back out again.

 

Taking off her shoes she lined them neatly besides his letters. Hoisting herself up with slight difficulty on the ledge, she put her heels together, just as she used to before a jete, toes just off the ledge. Her hands, her eyes staring blankly down at the bright city below. Images flashed before her eyes as her hands began trembling. Blinking back her tears, she bent her knees slightly and jumped.

 

Her thin, pale arm arched gracefully over her head, like wings unfolding. For a moment everything around her was alive and colourful and vibrant, just as it had been once. She smiled herself.

 

 

It was enough for her.

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I’ve been beaten down, I’ve been kicked around,
But she takes it all for me.
And I lost my faith, in my darkest days,
But she makes me want to believe.

They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
She is love, and she is all I need.

She’s all I need.

Well I had my ways, they were all in vain,
But she waited patiently.
It was all the same, all my pride and shame,
And she put me on my feet.

They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
She is love, and she is all I need.

And when that world slows down, dear.
And when those stars burn out, here.
Oh she’ll be here, yes she’ll be here,
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love. love.

She is love, and she is all I need,
She is love, and she is all I need,
She is love, and she is all I need.

— Parachute, She is Love

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