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touch - winter.

          maybe he has taught her something after all.  the silence of the two of them standing by the water , metal railing separating them from the cool and calm waves of the bay.  john has such fond and dark memories of this place ; everything that comes rushing in like a tsunami far from the coast making a steady approach to wreck everything in its path.  he’s grounded by the feeling - the warmness of a hand slipping into his , a finger not quite belonging to him filling the space where another room of emptiness resides.  gaze turns , cast downward to her face ; the lighthouse in that fog overtaking his mind.  all that’s released for a moment is bubbles , like his lungs are fighting for air that they soon find in the form of a quiet sigh.

          her grasp is soon returned by him , her hand pulled upward , pressed to his lips and held for the count of three before being lowered back to its previous position.  one last glance to the ocean & john shifts on his feet , turns to face her all the while attempting to drag his eyes from the water.  “ used to be a favorite spot , ” the rise and fall of shoulders in a halfhearted shrug , “ can’t really remember why. ”