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There they were.
At the end of the bridge.
Still clasping his hand, she hesitantly asked, "How long would you need stay away?"
He looked away, as though embarassed by the question, as if it had hurt him. "A while."
She brought her hand close to his, and kissed it. "How long?" she asked again. He looked into her eyes. They were the deepest brown, like Earth, and dark chocolate.
"A year or two, to be exact. I know, I had promised you and-"
In an instant, she was on him, and shut him up with those lips of hers.
"Sshh. I know you promised, but it's okay. I'll manage. I'll call you if I need anything. You don't need to worry so much. It'll all be okay."
His eyes searched the wide expanse around him. The wide empty moorland, and the end of the bridge they were leaning against. He hoped so too. Everything okay, and his beloved Claire, with him.
What else could he want, than that.
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Short StoryLove. Crazy love. Mad love. Love is described in many ways. Here I present to you, a little collection of love scenes, all of which have stuck in my head, refusing to go away. Enjoy! :) Cover - BatteryPoweredWings.
