She stopped.
A choking noise came up her throat. Her knees weakened. She suddenly wanted, needed to grope for her friend`s arm, her shoulder, her wrist, something, anything, to lean on. But she didn't. She didn't dare. She didn't dare move a muscle. She didn't dare breathe, or blink even, for fear that he was nothing but a mirage shimmering in the distance, a brittle illusion that would vanish at the slightest provocation. she stood perfectly still and looked at him until her chest screamed for air and her eyes burned to blink. And, somehow, miraculously, after she took a breath, closed and opened her eyes, he was still standing there.
He was still standing there.
Inspired from A Thousand Splendid Suns
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