[ He has to remember this moment. Burn the sight of her into his memory, and the feelings into his heart. If hatred and rage could carry him through centuries, surely the same could be said for love and joy. His time with her is so short—he can't afford to waste another moment.
Driven by that desire, that desperation, he leans in again to brush her lips with his again, featherlight. His arm curls around her waist and holds her close. His other hand continues to brush the tears away. ]
Of course. Can't you tell? You're holding my heart now.
[ The smile on his face is soft, and truly happy. ]
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Driven by that desire, that desperation, he leans in again to brush her lips with his again, featherlight. His arm curls around her waist and holds her close. His other hand continues to brush the tears away. ]
Of course. Can't you tell? You're holding my heart now.
[ The smile on his face is soft, and truly happy. ]