Ice
A beautiful, cold winter's day. You stand on the edge of a frozen lake. A hundred yards away, an island. A retreat. A foot steps tentatively on the ice. the other follow. Step, step. Then, the sound of a crack from below you. You look down, and a slight crack appears. What do you do now?
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reach for my hand. i am never far. i would never let you walk towards danger without knowing i can save you.
i don't know who you are, but you are extraordinary, a beautiful soul. your offer brings tears to these eyes. i'm reaching for your hand, and i'll take it, cheerfully.
chehaw
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