I blew through her like baby’s breath through a dandelion, and my soul
left its mark on hers. Forever. In one night, I’d bound her too me for as long
as she lived, and I had no words to tell her.

When I woke the next night, to see her there, above me, the relief radiating
from every line of her body, I thought it was more of a miracle than my
first rising.

Author: Amy Lane