Summer cried for a long time on Valentine's shoulder, but she didn't feel bad about it, she didn't even feel like she was breaking at any point, it had everything to do with how tight his hold on her was.
Once all the tears were gone, she just stayed in his arms for a while, neither of them uttering a word, not even one syllable, both of them in perfect serenity, until Valentine took a deliberate breath before his part was about to start.
"You're not dying in two weeks," his deep low voice was accompanied by the vibration in his chest as her head was pressed against him.
"...I guess you're not superstitious after all,"
"It's not that,"
