There is a subtle shift in the air, what little of it is between them. She felt it last night standing on the bridge in the mist. Whatever it was binding them together so powerfully, it began here and ended here. This was the thing she couldn't enumerate, but that had drawn her back to him, a comet trapped in his orbit.
She lifts her face to his kisses, her eyes closed, her lips parted. "My love."
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Date: 2009-03-04 05:01 am (UTC)She lifts her face to his kisses, her eyes closed, her lips parted. "My love."