[She shakes her head quickly, letting him hold her again. He has it wrong. All wrong. She was being selfish. She should have gone with him.
The dandelion in the spring. The boy with the bread. It's her job to protect him. Just like it's his, to show her how life can be good again.
What would she have done if she had lost him? That?
She's not sure what comes over her then. The impulse that washes over. But before she can stop herself, her hands are on his shoulders and her lips are pressed against his in a kiss.]
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The dandelion in the spring. The boy with the bread. It's her job to protect him. Just like it's his, to show her how life can be good again.
What would she have done if she had lost him? That?
She's not sure what comes over her then. The impulse that washes over. But before she can stop herself, her hands are on his shoulders and her lips are pressed against his in a kiss.]