“But aren’t you afraid? Of what will come next? Aren’t we…” I couldn’t say doomed or hopeless. Not with all this beauty surrounding us and sparkling in his silver eyes. He took my chilly hands in his and pulled me closer. His warm breath fanned over our interlocked fingertips. “I’m only afraid of being without you. In death. In life. It’s all the same to me if we aren’t together.”
