Felicia's POV
"No they aren't, they're not going to die, because they have you, they have us, we're fighting, you're fighting for them, to save them, they should know that" what I said earned me a smile, it was small, and barely visible, but it was there and it was blinding.
"It's funny how it's moments like this are when I learn of how kind you can be.." he places a kiss on the back of my hand and I tried to maintain composure, praying he doesn't hear how loudly my heart was hammering against my chest, watching him, his head bowed, his lips brushing against my skin, his hair falling in curls brushing the side of his cheekk. His eyes, those big beautiful eyes, the prosthetic was so good you wouldn't be able to tell which one was the glass eye and which one was the real one if it wasn't for how the light reflected on them, but otherwise they were the same burning shade of brown that scorched my soul and left me parched.
