The grey city was quiet.
Sari stood in the middle of the empty street. He was there, standing a few meters away.
She walked toward him.
When she stopped, she was close enough to see the collar of his shirt.
She didn't speak.
Neither did he.
She raised her hand.
He raised his.
Her fingers touched his.
Fingertip to fingertip. Skin to skin.
The sensation was electric. It started in her fingers and traveled up her arm, her shoulder, her chest.
His breath caught.
“Don't move,” she whispered.
He didn't.
They stood in the grey city, fingertips pressed together.
She could feel everything. The ridges of his fingerprints. The warmth of his skin.
“You're shaking,” he said.
“So are you.”
The dream flickered.
“Stay,” he said.
“Stay,” she answered.
The dream held.
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Sari woke wi
