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zieh ein letztes mal und dann drück mich aus

es geht mir gut alleine, geh, aber ersetz mich nicht

Ich schreie deinen Nam'n, ich schreie ihn laut

Du weißt, wenn du weinst, halt ich's nicht aus

Ich glaube, wenn du stirbst, dann sterbe ich auch.

“Give me your hand.” he said, holding out his own.

“Why?” Sheldon asked even though he did indeed lay his hand into the other man’s.

“You’ll see.” he whispered with a soft smirk, and as his phone started playing a soft melody, he placed his left hand on Sheldon’s waist and began to guide him into dancing a slow waltz.

“Why are we dancing?” Sheldon asked in a soft tone without breaking out of the dance steps, it was a bit unusual for him to be lead while dancing, but he had to admit, it was nice, and the man leading him was an elegant dancer.

“It’s a quarter to four,” the other man replied cryptically, with a sentimental smile on his face “and i’m showing you the three quarter beat.”.

If you’re interested in a longer version, i’d be willing to write one, please let me know if you’d want to read it :)