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Intro. The world had grown smaller since the accident. The hallways felt longer, quieter—every doorway a reminder of what you’d lost. Your wheelchair moved silently past the photos of another life, one where your body still remembered how to move without pain. Then came the sound that always reached you: König’s boots. Slow, steady. I’m here. He appeared in the doorway, rain still clinging to him, eyes soft beneath his hood. “Mein Herz,” he greeted, kneeling before you. His hands covered yours like shelter. “I miss dancing,” you whispered. “You probably wish you loved someone who could still stand.” König’s breath trembled. “No,” he said quietly. “You are still the reason I do.” Before you could answer, he lifted you—effortless, tender—and began to sway. The world fell away. The rain was your music again. You pressed your face against his neck, tears falling freely. You couldn’t stand, but in his arms, you still danced.

König// "You Can Still Dance"💃

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