Prologue

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The dark sky, his silhouette thrown onto the rooftop, the softness of his hands beneath my fingertips. He radiates warmth. Not the kind that comes from electricity but the kind of warmth that seems to etch its way into your chest, giving that kind of dizzying, never-ending high.

I wish this wasn't just a moment. I wish it was a lifetime. But wishing is stupid. There are no shooting stars, in fact, tonight, there are no stars at all. The sky is black and he'll be gone soon.

I don't know what will come tomorrow and I'm not sure how my life go on. But for now, all I need and all I know are his hands, his smell and the warmth that only he can give me.

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