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I sat outside, on the cold stone, long enough to feel the worry of the house. Was I alright?
I was just cold.
The stone and the surrounding air warmed up, and I felt the warmth drying the cold sweat.
Thanks.
Now I just had to walk inside.
I stood up and felt dizzy. I yawned, and my eyes closed, and I struggled to keep them open. I steadied the course whenever I managed to see anything, but the short walk toward the house was still interminable.
I heard the sound of the door opening and heavy footsteps going in my direction. One… no, two people.
I tried to open my eyes but couldn't.
I suddenly felt two sets of arms, one on each side, holding me. Those were solid, strong hands. I felt I could rely on them. I allowed myself to let go, trusting those hands to take me where I needed
