His voice was as light as a dream.
The room was permeated year-round with the strong smell of herbs, bitter and acrid.
Because he was plagued by old ailments, his sense of smell had long become dull.
Only now, being so close, with his face against her neck.
A tremendous joy surged up like a tide, making him dizzy.
Unable to control himself, he suddenly tightened his arms, almost wanting to merge her into his bones and blood, his voice shattered and chaotic, tinged with sobs: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Selene, it was my fault, I shouldn't have doubted you, shouldn't have said you forgot me... shouldn't have said you've changed... Just being able to see me, letting me hold you once more, I'm already... already so happy I could cry... really... really..."
His tears slid silently, soaking her collar, yet he refused to let go.
Selene Kane sighed, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly.
Her fingers were cold, knuckles pale.
