“Don’t cry, my love.” She carefully wiped his tears with her fingers. “I’m all right.” She gave him a wobbly smile. His eyes went wide and as blue as a clear sky after a storm. “How is this…” he trailed off. It was a little endearing to watch. His sulky mouth gently parted as he seemed to forget how to speak. “I already told you. You are the love of my life. You are mine, Jacks of the Hollow. And you’re not going to be the end of me.” “But you were dying.” “No,” she said, a little embarrassed. “I just forgot to breathe.”
