Clementine:
A sense of familiarity hit me once someone pressed their lips against mine. I knew someone had scooped me up, and from the comfort of his arms alone, I knew who it was.
However, I had been through so much in the last two days that the idea of my beloved coming here and saving me felt like an illusion, probably a dream caused by the North to fool me into believing I was safe.
But the moment his lips touched mine and I absorbed the feeling, I realized it was not just a dream and that he was real.
I started to open my eyes, and right in front of me, so close to my face, was him. I instantly jumped up, still in his arms, and wrapped my arms around him. I pressed into him so hard that he stumbled back and faintly fell onto the road, but he made sure to keep a tight hold on me.
"Ian," I murmured, saying his name again, and I heard him cry a little while holding me close.
"Of course it is your Ian," he replied.
