Rallohir

He pressed his body to hers, alive with passion. He felt hot, yet wonderful, powerful, yet weak all the same. He melted into her faster than butter in a pan. All his anxiety, worry, sadness, pain, grief, and sorrow seemed to pale in comparison to the fire burning in his heart. He felt every fiber of his being relax, unable to handle the raw emotion surging through him.

He ran his hands through her hair, and kissed back, his heartbeat syncing with hers. This wondrous moment felt like an eternity.

He smiled, his eyes brightening just a little. "Yes, please." He had lost his voice, so he was still whispering.

"And stay I shall." He whispered gently.

He wiped the tears from his eyes, "I love you too." He said, still holding her

After several moments he finally spoke, "Thank you, Vena."

He held her back, clinging to the only sliver of hope he had left. As he sat there, the pieces of his heart began to mend, not quite fixed, but got just a little better in her embrace. She was his last and only comfort, the only thing worth living for. His sobs reduced to quiet shaking as his voice gave out.

He looked at her, "They're... gone." He didn't say anything else, but tears filled his eyes as he shook with sobs.

"I don't think what I'm feeling can be summarized as "leftovers". I don't understand how, but I know you, Vena. You deserve to be loved. You deser-" He cut off suddenly as another *pop* resounded in his mind, and memories flooded his mind. He saw the coast patrolman, standing in the doorway as he told us our father had passed. Then he remembered his mother, laying sick, then dead, with a sheet over her body. He remember the day his brother left him, leaving him to destitution at an orphanage. He received this information in a heartbeat, but it felt like an eternity. His heart cracked, then broke, then shattered, and he collapsed to the ground, eyes wide with shock. He didn't understand it, he couldn't. He couldn't. He couldn't. He couldn't. His heartbeat was like a drum in his head, and he was hyperventilating.

He pulled away, the pressed his lips to hers. All his worries and anxieties melted away to expose a moment of pure joy, such that he never experienced before. (That he can remember...)

@The Aspiring Archivist

"I'm not sure how I know this, but I know..." His voice faltered as he started crying as well. "I will always love you, Vena. Always."

AuxiliaryBlade from SP4, no spoilers here, designed by Ernanda Souza on the back endpage of the book.

He wrapped his arms around her, and melted into her embrace. "Your welcome, love." He was tentative about the term of endearment, but for some reason it just felt right, like a glove that fits perfectly.

He stared back into her eyes, reflecting her gaze with his light blue eyes. He didn't quite understand why he felt so strongly for her, but he knew what he felt.

"Well... on that regard, you would be incorrect. I guess I retained a little more than the memories of my family, it seems." He ran a hand through his hair, another habit that had pushed through the memory wipe.

"No longer? Did I... were we a... what were we, before the incident?"

He blushed further, "It... might've been."

"Wait, what was your guess?"

He had almost forgotten it was there. He pulled it out, and read it's contents. After he finished, he blushed slightly, then hurriedly tucked it away.