She lifted her fingers from their lips and gently traced their cheek with her fingers. “This is not goodbye.” “This is not goodbye,” they repeated as they closed the distance between them, kissing her tenderly once more. They were softer than she would have imagined, being made of glass, but the embrace held no body heat that she would have expected from a normal person. She found she did not mind it at all. Their kiss was not passionate, but it was…she did not know how to describe it.
