She didn't know when it started or why it happened. She just realised that she was holding his hand. He was holding her hand. They were holding hands. There was a logical non-romantic reason for it intially - she nearly fell and he caught her? Or maybe they were running away from something or someone. But now she can't remember what, or why. Now, it felt as if a spot light was focused on their hands, intertwined; as if the curtains were drawn before the actors got ready for their scene, and everyone was aware. It felt like she shouldn't hold his hand.
Still he held onto her. He held onto her tight.
She let go and bent down to re-tie her shoelaces - though there was no reason to - and she looked back. There were people behind. People they knew. People who would joke, and laugh, and tease.
She got up - after delaying long enough - and he was there, waiting. He offered his hand to her. She hesitated, but eventually slipped hers into his. It was as awkward as the time she slipped and fell on her butt in front of a whole group of teachers. It was awkward because she was walking beside him. Because she never expected it. Because she never though he knew. Because he finally held her hand - and looked so confident with it.
She realised, it was awkward because she finally had him.
She was happy. Awkwardly. But happy.
And then, she woke up.
Bummer.
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