I stared at him in wonder.
The moon had risen, casting a wavering silver light through my opened windows, enveloping everything in a pale, ethereal gauze. It softened his sharp features, leaving no more trace of the solemness that he wore at the Gatekeeper's hall the day before. He was looking at me like a lover, with only endearing tenderness in his eyes.
Had I dreamed this moment to life?
He leaned in over me. I closed my eyes, but instead of his lips on mine, I felt his kisses landing on my cheeks, my lashes, my eyelids, as if to erase my earlier tear tracks with his gentle caress.
"Tears don't suit you," he whispered. "I won't make you weep for me ever again … I promise."
