“Well, you can’t just… die,” Elma sobbed, not caring that she sounded like a petulant child. “I love you.” Rune grinned, slow and self-satisfied, his blue eyes bright with emotion, even as the snow grew redder all around him. “Come here.” Elma leaned down, pressing her cheek to his, her hot tears dripping down her nose and onto his neck. “And I love you,”
