Awakening in White Locks

"I love you," he whispered, their foreheads gently touching.

A tear escaped her eye, for she understood that "I love you" was once a beautiful melody, but now it threatened to transform into a tragic symphony.

"I will soon have to leave you," she confessed.

He looked at her seriously but with genuine affection. "It doesn't matter," he replied. "I will continue to love you unconditionally, even if life itself ceases to exist."