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Suddenly he stumbled against Frodo, who was standing lost in thought, looking at the pale lights. His hands hung stiff at his sides; water and slime were dripping from them.
I wanna do something nice for you, like holding your hand while you’re sleeping, but I can’t shake the thought that burns in me: I’m alone, I’m alone, I’m lonely.
you don’t ever have to leave, if to change is what you need. you can change right next to me.
you and me, always, forever. we could stay alone together.