"I know you very well" he whispered.
she felt the dense cold within her wither and disintegrate;
the warmth traveled across her body
and she wept over her cheeks and nose.
she breathed out a tattered sigh
and slowly felt her arms wrap around him
in a sign of trust.
the hair on her arms stood on end and gleamed in the distant light.
"you don't have to hide anymore".
he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and his hands started shaking as the power of the words long kept silent, began to surface.
the emotion began to both gratify and terrify him.
"I've studied and felt the weight of your thoughts in my sleep."

"I'll take good care of you", he said.
"And together we'll saturate the hands of time."

Blood Bank - Bon Iver

Thank you: Lani Milton & Dalton Flint