Gavin tried to reach out, forcing his hand to move and tell the other to stop healing him, but no matter what he did, it was to no avail – as if time had already dictated and stopped him at the same time, never letting him do what his heart desired.
The moment he felt his stomach slowly coming back to normal, he felt familiar, cool lips touching his own. Then, as if hearing his own heart breaking while listening to the sobs of the very person who owned it, he felt Princess Carrie's hands carefully and tightly hugged him. It was warm. Too warm that it burned Gavin's eyes.
He had thought of it as a dream. But when he caught sight of her face, tears still streaming down her cheeks as she slowly, bit by bit, pulled away and walked away. Gavin's heart felt as if it was being torn into pieces, listening to the echoes of her feet slowly moving away, far, far from him, heading to a place he knew would be impossible for him to reach.
