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She knew it was coming.

She could feel it.

It was in the air, intoxicating every deep breath she took.

She had no idea what it was, which was simultaneously terrifying and exhilarating.

She could hear his whisper, because that is how he most often how he communicates.

Take my hand. run with me. But don't worry about the destination.

Just worry about the next step.

And whatever you do, don't close your eyes. You're not gunna wanna miss this.

So she took another intoxicating deep breath,

looked into the eyes of her best friend, her love, her Savior,

and took hold of the hand extended towards her.

She knew it would hurt.

She knew there would be sacrifices.

But suddenly, in that moment, looking in his eyes, none of that mattered,

and she knew it never would again.