She was pale as the snow we are walkning on, the snow we leave footprints in and never turn our glance back. She was broken as the branch we stepped in to pieces. I looked for her eyes, and in a tenth second I saw all of her doubt's in love and human trust, all appeared like the naked truth in those big browned eyes of her's. I was not sure if her fragile skin could take a touch, but I was willing to take the risk. And I looked at her, and I saw what she was thinking... this touch was going to kill her, but at the same time, she would die happy of that human touch she hasn't felt in ages.
Jävligt dålig grammatik, men man får skylla sig själv om man inte var så engagerad i engelskan
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