He holds onto her as his body shudders and relaxes, and he holds onto her even after. His eyes screw up tight, as though he can block out the rest of the universe that's intent on keeping them apart.

He opens his eyes and pulls back finally, looking down at her and memorizing her face, her flushed lips, her eyes. She's beautiful and he loves her. Why can't he stay? Why does he always have to run?

He doesn't talk, he just leans down, pressing a tender kiss to her mouth.