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First Date

For I Bring Life ProjectWeek 1.

Hand in hand they stroll through busy London street to find the source of the delicious smell. Her hand is small, warm, soft against his rough and callous soldier’s hand. Every once in a while she habitually brushes her thumb agains where it is interlocked on his. Navigating the sea of evening crowd he concentrates his senses on this ephemeral gesture.

The sun is setting. The golden glow of the Sun is penetrating through her translucent skin. She looks like red and orange light of his homeland. Her soft skin agains his. The gentle motion is so soothing he almost forgets the weight of desolation in what he confessed to her few moments ago. But it’s still there, the immeasurable guilt and all, he will always live with it. It will stay within him, but maybe, as long as she is willing to brush her tiny thumb against his hand he will feel as though everything is alright.

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