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Her
cold
hand
sought
his
,
and
he
squeezed
it
gently
.
He
could
feel
his
heart
beating
in
his
chest
.
He
was
scared
,
and
what
scared
him
was
the
normality
of
the
moment
.
He
felt
so
comfortable
with
her
at
his
side
that
he
would
have
been
willing
to
stand
there
forever
.
"
I
miss
you
,
"
he
admitted
.
"
I
’
m
her
e
,
"
she
said
.
"
That
’
s
when
I
miss
you
most
.
When
you
’
re
here
.
When
you
aren
’
t
here
,
when
you
’
re
just
a
ghost
from
the
past
or
a
dream
from
another
life
,
it
’
s
easier
then
.
"
She
squeezed
his
fingers
.
"
So
,
"
he
asked
.
"
How
’
s
death
?
"
"
Hard
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
just
keeps
going
.
"
She
rested
her
head
on
his
shoulder
,
and
it
almost
undid
him
.
He
said
,
"
You
want
to
walk
for
a
bit
?
"
"
Sure
.
"
She
smiled
up
at
him
,
a
nervous
,
crooked
smile
in
a
dead
face
.
They
walked
out
of
the
little
graveyard
,
and
made
their
way
back
down
the
road
,
toward
the
town
,
hand
in
hand
.
"
Where
have
you
been
?
"
she
asked
.
