Stopping when she asked him to was nothing short of a miracle. But then, weren't miracles Healer's specialty?
I'm beginning to adopt some of her traits.
Leaning his back against the tree, feeling no pain whatsoever from the pressure on his scars, Egon closed his eyes.
Was I foolish for resisting this from the start?
He had grown tired of resisting. Even if all he had to offer her was his own personal hell.
He opened his eyes and gazed at her flowing hair while the breeze playfully caressed it, his stupid smile lingering on his lips that had been on hers just moments ago. She nestled closer to him, seeking refuge against his shoulder. His arm enveloped her, exerting the gentlest touch possible, while his other hand pressed lightly against her knee.
He inhaled her enticing scent and held it as long as he could, filling his lungs with her. A garden of jasmine. That's what he would cultivate around their home, for that was what she smelled to him.
