Our Second Love

They held hands firmly, because pulsating between their sweaty palms were the shadows that burned behind their minds. Each was terrified should these shadows somehow escape.

No more mistakes made. Too tight was, actually, almost comfortable. 

Everything will work out eventually. So they held on as their souls began to tug in opposite directions. Held on tighter as their hearts began to dull with anxiety. They were desperate, determined, to keep things right. Their love was to be full of light; nothing more, nothing less.

There is no way to explain, each reasoned. How could light and darkness coexist?

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