“I can feel it,” he says, a soft utterance, a quiet secret. “Feel what?” “Your love,” he says. “In my chest.” He kisses my cheek, lingering close. “I can feel your love like a million golden stars in the endless abyss that is me.” His words hit me in the gut and wings fill my insides. I clench my teeth, trying not to cry, but it’s too late. Vane looks down at me, swiping the tear away, and I lean into his hand as the trembling subsides. “Promise me you will always be there.”
