Tears stung her eyes. She leaned down and kissed him. She spoke to him of her love in silence, in her touch, in her embrace, and in her soul. If she had to destroy him to save the lives of others, she knew she would throw herself from a cliff shortly after. She did not wish to live without him. Moisture touched her fingers. When she looked down at him, she expected that her own tears had broken loose. But crimson stained her thumbs. He was the one crying. He smiled up at her, a sad and somewhat embarrassed expression. He stood and swiped his sleeve across his face before she could stroke away
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