[ It dawns on him that it's rather hard to witness her in this state. He feels strained at it, as if he's feeling her pain, and wants to take it in for himself so she doesn't have to.
But he can't possibly feel what she's feeling right now. It comes from such a different world, and yet, the desire is still there. His hands want to cup her face, or somehow touch her hair, though they remain still beneath her grip. ]
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But he can't possibly feel what she's feeling right now. It comes from such a different world, and yet, the desire is still there. His hands want to cup her face, or somehow touch her hair, though they remain still beneath her grip. ]
Please don't cry.