Vor lifts my body in his arms, cradles me close, presses kiss after kiss into my hair, my cheeks, my neck. Gently, softly, I float down through the misty layers of reality, until I’m close enough to whisper in his ear: I love you, Vor. I will always love you. Wherever I go, I carry my love for you with me. But now you must let me go. Let me go, Vor.
