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Swaying, colliding, and the shape begins to crumble. I don't want it to end here. Even if I'm swept away, I will find it properly.
One leaves, one holds on, one steps forward, and one stands still. The other one-- hasn't been able to choose anything yet. They might not be able to go back anymore--
If we stay close, it's truly warm. If we hadn't separated, it should have been fine. But—that fire will no longer stop.