Stranger

Dec, 05, 2025

Before the film ended, I cried— 

tears streaming uncontrollably. 

He reached for my hand, 

my trembling softness paused in his firm palm, 

gently soothed. 

As I sank deeper into the film’s emotion, 

I landed in the safety of his hold. 

He caught me. 

When ice melts into water, 

when light dissolves into the darkness, 

there sits a stranger, 

with a warm hand.

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