he makes her icy heart melt.
never has it been.
she fell hard and he was ready to catch her.
his eyes are rays of bright lights, his face a beaming with glow.
no longer blind in a black hole, no more feeling lost in a dark soul.
her wounds are healed, her scars recover.
his arms holding her safe.
couldn't call him a saviour.
he's a striker in the team. Not a keeper.
he could catch any shot.
but willingly, make the ultimate goal for her.
could this be true?
or is it just a dream?
maybe he made it.
after all, she had always been dreaming her way through.
waiting to be told it's real.
this could only get better.
whisper silently.
don't wake her.
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