'take my hand,' he said, looking at her with those eyes.
'where will we go?' she inquired as she took it, sealing that feeling.
he didn't answer and she asked again with her eyes. then he told her silently; he pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers and she knew. this was a place that couldn't be explained - not in words. it was the most well-kept secret of fate; it was the place where emotions were born and reason was lost.
it was the best place to be.
and it was wherever he was.
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