As we walked towards the stage, my hands became sweaty to the point where I refused to hold Nicholas’ hand. He frowned and then gave a reassuring smile. After wiping off what I could from my hand, I gave it to him. Immediately, I could feel a cold sensation against my hand. It was gentle and calming, like a soft, cool, refreshing breeze on a warm summer day. I looked up at him again and he smiled back at me before softly rubbing his thumb against my hand, letting that soothing, cool feeling flow through me.“Would you like me to do the talking?” he asked softly.I shook my head before saying, “Y-you can begin. I’ll finish it off.”He nodded in understanding and then we took to the stage. There were quite a few eyes on us, some confused, others frustrated at us having stopped the fun. And then there were the cameras, staring almost right into our souls. I never once let go of Nicholas’ hand, and he never made me.He cleared his throat into the mic, catching everyone’s attention before
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