What other thing than just survival could’ve forced Emanuel to hold me like that? Being held like this by a man for the first time felt so strange. This unanticipated meeting brought me face-to-face with something that I hadn’t experienced for years. The forgotten feelings resurfaced in that bleak cave.
“It’s too dark in here. I can’t see anything,” mumbled the exhausted one.
Not only the darkness, but our worries were triggered by the decreasing temperature. My kneecaps also began aching, which made it excruciating to stand.
“I can’t feel my legs because of this unkind weather,” states Emanuel. “What about you?”
My swollen feet were hurting so much that it made it hard for me to pay attention to him. Not only that, even the tips of my fingers felt as if someone was sticking them wi
