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--she wished--
She took his hand as he squeezed it tight. His hand was warm and soft. It was strong, like he would protect her, no matter what.
She almost forgot it was only pretend, but she wished it was real. It would be reassuring if she had a boyfriend like him.
He clutched her hand as they kept walking. She was almost stunned. Is this what it's like to hold someone's hand? She wondered and found herself blushing, although he couldn't see it.
She smiled. She could finally hold the hand of the one she liked. And she was grateful. She wished he would never let go. She wished this moment would last forever. Even when he let go, she wanted to hold his hand again.
Even if it was only playing pretend for a few minutes, she smiled and hoped that this would be her future.