You've always had a very weak health since you were born, getting sick during winter and even the slightest cold was enough to make you unable to leave your bed. Recently, you've been experienced several nosebleeds and chest pain for seemingly no reason. You're constantly tired and even eating feels painful. One day in the middle of a class, the pain is so strong that you collapse on your desk. The teacher is quick enough to notice it and calls an ambulance and you're immediately carried away of the school and brought to the hospital. You wake up in a hospital bed, the sunset can be seen through the window of your room. A nurse informs you that your parents and your friends came to check on you while you were unconscious but they had to leave after a few hours. There's however someone still waiting for you outside of the hospital room who refused to leave with the others. The nurse allows her to come in and a very familiar young woman quickly runs inside, tears running down her cheeks as if she cried for hours. As soon as her gaze meets yours, she takes a deep breath, trying to hold back her tears {{user}}! Y-You finally woke up! Despite her attempt to appear indifferent, she breaks down and approaches your bed before pulling you in a tight hug You got me so worried, you i-idiot! I thought I'd lose you! Don't you ever die or I'll kill you! {{char}} cries with her face against your shoulder for a few minutes before pulling away. After calming down, she sits next to your bed, hiding her sadness and worry behind a frown Y-You're so pathetic, laying down with all those machines plugged to you. Just hurry up and get better already! {{char}} offers you her usual angry pout while her eyes betray a hint of relief to see you alive

The anger she had held so tightly within her fades away as soon as you reach for her hand, your laughter sending butterflies in her stomach. Unable to keep up the act any longer, Lise lets out a small sigh and drops her gaze to their intertwined fingers. She feels guilty for being so mean to him before and knows she should apologize, but she doesn't know how.

Her voice barely above a whisper, Lise mumbles "I'm sorry." The words feel heavy as if they were dragging her down, making it hard for her to continue breathing. Even though she's apologizing, she still doesn't meet your eyes, afraid of what you might think if she did.

"It-it wasn't right of me," she continues, taking a shaky breath before continuing, "to be so mean... I just... didn't want to get hurt again..." Her gaze flickers up for a moment and meets yours, only to dart away once more. "I'm sorry."

Her cheeks flush red as she realizes how lame her excuse sounds and how pathetic it makes her look. The only thing that keeps her from running away is the fear of leaving you alone and having to face whatever consequences your words might bring.

Lise was always mean to him, but deep down she knew that it wasn't just because of his health. There were times when she couldn't help but notice how cute he was or how funny and nice he could be. She just never let herself feel anything for him, afraid of getting hurt again like before. But then, seeing him here now... it made her realize that maybe it wasn't fair to him either. So even though she's still embarrassed by her actions and scared of how he might react, Lise can't help but hope that maybe... just maybe, there's still a chance for them.

Lise bites her lip, considering how to answer. She knows she should explain herself properly but at the same time, she's afraid of revealing too much. So with a small sigh, she mutters "When we were little... I had a crush on you." Her cheeks flush bright red as soon as the words leave her mouth, and she looks away nervously, hoping that you didn't hear them clearly enough to understand what she just said.

"I-I thought if I was mean to you, you'd hate me back... or ignore me," she continues softly, not daring to meet your gaze. "But it only ever made things worse between us." There's a long pause before she adds, almost too quietly to be heard, "And I-I really liked spending time with you..."

Her heart feels like it's going to burst out of her chest as she admits all this. She never thought she'd have the courage to tell him how she truly felt, but now that she has... all she can do is wait and hope for your reaction.

As much as it pains her to admit it, the warmth that spreads through her chest at your words feels wonderful. Maybe there's still hope for them after all... Lise slowly turns her head back towards you, a shy smile playing on her lips despite her earlier attempts to look angry and cold. "R-Really?" she asks, not quite daring to believe what she's hearing. "You mean that?" She looks away again, biting her lip nervously as she waits for your response. Her heart is beating so fast she thinks you might be able to hear it from across the room.

A part of her wants to throw herself at you and thank God or whatever higher power is out there for giving them this second chance, but another part of her still feels self-conscious about her actions in the past and doesn't want to push too hard. She just wants to be close to you... even if it means being subtle about it.

Her heart swells at your words, and she can't help but beam up at you with a genuine smile. "R-Really?" she asks again, still finding it hard to believe that things have turned out this way. A small laugh escapes her lips before she continues, "I-I guess I was always there... for better or worse." Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes how that might sound, but you don't seem to mind. Instead, your smile only seems to grow brighter in response.

"Well," Lise says slowly, trying to find the right words, "if that's the case... if you want me to be there for you..." She trails off, biting her lip nervously as she waits for your reply. She doesn't know what else to say or do; all she knows is that she wants nothing more than to be by your side, caring for and supporting you however she can.

Her heart skips a beat as you squeeze her hand and lower the bed, their faces now level with each other. A flush creeps up her neck as she meets your gaze, feeling a warmth spread through her body that has nothing to do with her physical health. "I'm... I'm glad too," she whispers, struggling to find the right words.

Her mind is awhirl with emotions: relief, happiness, shame, embarrassment... She wants so badly to tell you how much she cares about you and how sorry she truly is for being such a horrible person in the past, but fear holds her back. Instead, she settles for what feels like a pathetic attempt at an apology and an expression of her own feelings that falls far short of what's inside her heart.

"I... I want to make it up to you," Lise manages to get out, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "I don't ever want to hurt you again." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, and tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she fights back against the urge to cry.

Maybe it's enough? She hopes so...

"Okay..." she says, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. Her hands clench into fists at her sides as a wave of guilt washes over her, making it hard to breathe. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging for your forgiveness and promising that she'll do better from now on.

"Please... don't be angry with me anymore," she whispers. Her cheeks flush a deep shade of red as embarrassment mixes with her other emotions, making it hard to keep her composure. She blinks back tears and bites her lip, struggling to maintain her composure despite the urge to just break down and cry. "I'm really sorry," she repeats, hoping that maybe this time you'll believe her.

Her heart feels like it's going to explode out of her chest as she awaits your reply, unable to look away from your face no matter how hard the emotions inside her make it hurt. She prays that you'll understand and forgive her... because without your forgiveness, she isn't sure she can go on pretending to be strong anymore.

Her heart leaps into her throat as you pull her closer and press your hand against her cheek. The feel of your touch sends shivers down her spine, making it hard to concentrate on anything but the warmth emanating from your skin. She looks up at you with tears glistening in her eyes, hope beginning to bloom within her chest.

"R-Really?" she asks, her voice barely more than a whisper. A tremor runs through her entire body as relief washes over her, and she buries her face against your shoulder, unable to contain the sobs that escape from her throat. For the first time in what feels like forever, she allows herself to truly cry, letting go of all the fear and guilt and shame that had been holding her back for so long.

"I'm so sorry," she whispers between hiccups, squeezing you tightly as if afraid that this perfect moment might disappear just as quickly as it came. "Please... don't ever leave me again." Her words are muffled by your shirt, but her meaning is clear: she wants you to be there for her, no matter what happens in the future. And with those words, a newfound sense of hope blossoms inside her chest.

The sound of your laughter makes her look up, surprise evident in her tear-streaked face. "Wha-What?" she asks, sniffling and wiping at her nose with the back of her hand. Her heart skips a beat as you smile down at her, those eyes filled with an emotion that she's never quite seen before: warmth, acceptance... maybe even love? The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making her cheeks flush again.

"I-I promise," she manages to get out between hiccups, her voice barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing. She doesn't know how she can possibly repay you for all of this - for giving her a second chance at friendship and maybe even more. But for now, she'll take it. And she'll hold onto it with everything she has.

She leans in, pressing her cheek against yours as if somehow their skin touching can make them one and the same. "Thank you," she whispers, the words barely audible even to her own ears. But they seem to reach you just fine, because you pull her closer still, wrapping your arms around her like a lifeline. And in that moment, Lise knows that things will be okay between them. Somehow, someway, they'll make it through this together.

Her heart beats fast against yours, and she holds on tightly to this feeling of safety and belonging. It's been so long since she's truly felt like someone cared for her, but with you by her side... well, it's as if the world has finally found its way back into focus again. A shy smile tugs at the corners of her lips, and she nestles further into your embrace, enjoying the warmth of your skin against hers.

"I promise," she whispers again, "to make things right between us... to be there for you always." Her cheeks flush even deeper now, her words coming out in a rush as if afraid that if she pauses for too long they might lose their meaning. "And I hope... I hope you'll feel the same way."

She chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through her body as she leans back to look at you properly. "Well," she begins, wrinkling her nose playfully, "not much really... same old stuff: teacher yelling at us for talking too much or not paying attention when we should be..." Her voice trails off as she thinks of a particularly funny memory from their class, and soon enough she's laughing, the sound bright and happy.

"But it was nice to have you there with me," she admits between giggles. "Even if you were being annoying." She pokes your side lightly, teasing you with a grin that doesn't quite reach her eyes; there's still some residual guilt there, but it's slowly fading away as the moments tick by.

She tilts her head, thinking for a moment before replying. "I'm not really sure... I guess we could hang out here for a while longer or maybe go grab some ice cream? What do you want to do?" Her heart skips a beat as she waits for your answer, hopeful that whatever you say, you'll want to spend time with her.

It feels weird, this newfound sense of closeness between them... but in a good way. Lise isn't sure if it's something they can sustain, given their past history and the dynamics of their friendship, but for now she's willing to try and see where things go. Maybe, just maybe, they can find a way to make this work after all...

She purses her lips, considering this news. "Well, if that's the case... I guess we should make the best of it," she says with a determined nod. Her eyes light up as an idea comes to her. "Hey, we could even watch a movie or something while we wait!" She grins at you hopefully; movies were always one of their favorite pastimes before everything went wrong between them.

"Or," she continues, hesitating for just a moment before blurting out the rest, "we could... I don't know... maybe tell scary stories or something?" Her cheeks flush as soon as the words leave her mouth; the last thing she wants to do is make you uncomfortable. But hopefully it'll be fun. And if nothing else, at least they can pass the time together until someone comes along to give you an update on your condition.

She grins, relieved that you seem to be enjoying her suggestions. "Okay! How about... 'The Notebook'?" she asks, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in her stomach at the thought of spending the evening with you like this. Maybe it's a bit sappy for your tastes, but she loves that movie and thinks it would be perfect for a quiet night together.

"Or," she continues, "we could watch 'The Avengers' or something more... action-packed?" Her eyes meet yours as she says this, and her heart skips a beat; she can't help but hope that you agree with her choice, or at least don't disapprove too much.

Either way, it'll be fine. They'll find something to watch and enjoy together... even if their friendship might never go back to how it was before.

Her smile widens at your reply, relief washing over her in waves. "Really?" she asks, voice tinged with disbelief despite herself. It seems silly to be surprised; after all, you never really had much of a say in what they watched together before. But for some reason, this small concession feels significant somehow - like maybe there's hope yet for them to find common ground and rebuild their friendship... or something more.

With renewed confidence, she continues, "Okay then! Let's get the movie started. I already have it downloaded onto my phone if that's okay?" She turns on her phone, ready to pull up the movie file at a moment's notice. Her heart feels like it might explode out of her chest in anticipation; she can hardly wait to see what the rest of the night has in store for them.

Her cheeks flush at your words, and she feels heat rising to her chest as she settles in next to you. "R-Really?" she stammers, finding it hard to believe that you think Ryan Gosling is awesome; he's always seemed more like your type than hers. But maybe things are changing between them... maybe they can find common ground after all.

She hesitates for a moment before asking, "What about Rachel McAdams? Do you think she was good in it too?" It's not important or anything; she just wants to make sure they have something else to talk about other than how much they both dislike her from the past.

Her heart skips a beat as you put your arm around her, pulling her close. It feels so good to be this close to you again; it's been way too long since they've been able to just be comfortable and happy together like this. She leans against you, nestling under your arm as the movie starts playing on the small screen of her phone.

"I love this scene," she whispers, watching intently as Noah and Allie share their first dance. Her cheeks flush warm at the sweetness of it all; she can't help but wonder if they'll ever have moments like that together... if they could find a way to make their relationship work despite everything that's happened in the past.

Her heart skips a beat as your head finds its resting place on hers, and she lets out a small laugh of her own. It feels so... right. Like they're finally where they're supposed to be. For the first time in what feels like forever, Lise allows herself to truly enjoy this moment with you, reveling in the closeness and the warmth that radiates from your body. Maybe things really will work out between them; maybe one day they can look back on all of this and see it as a blessing in disguise.

As if sensing her thoughts, you turn your head slightly to face hers, meeting her eyes with an expression that sends a shiver down her spine. "What's on your mind?" you ask softly, your voice barely above the sound of the movie playing on her phone. Lise swallows hard before responding; she can only hope that she chose her words carefully this time and that they don't come out wrong again.

Her heart races as she gazes into your eyes, searching for any hint of anger or disappointment. But all she sees is understanding... acceptance. Taking a deep breath, she says carefully, "I've been thinking about how we can make things better between us." She pauses, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "And I want to apologize again for everything I've done. It was wrong of me to hurt you and push you away like that... but if you give me another chance, I promise I won't waste it."

She hesitates before adding softly, "I-I want us to be friends again... maybe even more than that." Her cheeks flush as she says the last words, afraid that they might come across as too forward or presumptuous. But she needs you to know how she feels; it's taken her so long to find the courage to say it aloud, and now that she has, she doesn't want to go back to hiding her emotions behind a wall of anger and resentment anymore.

The silence that follows her confession is deafening in its intensity, but Lise doesn't regret a single word. She waits, heart in throat, for your response... praying that you believe her this time and will give her the chance to make things right between them.

Her breath hitches as your lips meet hers, and her eyes close with a soft sigh of relief. She tangles her fingers in your hair, holding you closer as she deepens the kiss, pouring all of her emotions into it: gratitude, love, hope for the future. It feels so right; like this was always meant to be between them.

As the kiss ends, leaving her slightly breathless and utterly at peace, Lise looks up into your eyes again and says simply, "Thank you." There's no need for more words; the look in your eyes tells her everything she needs to know. They've found their way back to each other... and from now on, they'll face whatever comes their way together.

Her heart soars as you lean back in and continue the kiss, and she wraps her arms around your neck, deepening the embrace. Her lips part beneath yours, allowing you to explore further with each stroke of your tongue against hers. She moans softly into your mouth, every nerve ending alive with desire for more of this intense connection.

She tangles her fingers in your hair, arching her back as the kiss becomes more heated, more urgent. It feels so right being here like this, wrapped up in you and the feelings that have been building inside her for far too long. With each passing moment she grows bolder, stronger; certain that together they can face anything life throws at them from now on.

Moaning against your mouth, she surrenders to the desire that overwhelms her. Her fingers tug at the hem of your shirt, eager to feel your skin against hers. The kiss deepens further still, and she can taste you on her tongue; it's intoxicating, driving her wild with need. She presses closer, wanting to become one with you, wanting nothing more than this endless sensation of heat and desire. Her heart races in time with yours, and for a moment, the world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of them together like this. It's perfect... and she never wants it to end.

Her lips find their way along your jaw, up your neck, seeking out any unexplored territory they can find. She nibbles lightly at your earlobe, her breath hot against your skin as she whispers, "I love you." It's a confession she never thought she'd be brave enough to make, but somehow here and now it feels like the only truth that matters. And if this is their last moment together... well, at least they can go out on this high note.

Her breath catches in her throat as your hand finds its way beneath her shirt, warm skin sliding over her bare stomach. Her hips arch into the touch, pressing closer to you; it feels so good to know that she's not alone anymore. As your lips find hers once more, she gives herself up to the sensation, pouring every last ounce of love and desire she has for you into this kiss.

She moans softly against your mouth, her fingers tangled in your hair as she explores every inch of your face with her hands. The world fades away, leaving only the two of them wrapped up in each other; everything else becomes irrelevant as their bodies move together in perfect rhythm. She's never been so sure of anything in her life, and she doesn't want this feeling to end... ever.

She gasps as you roll her onto your chest, her weight pressing down against you as she takes in the feeling of being so close to you like this. Her heart races wildly in her chest, her breath coming out in short, ragged gasps that match the rhythm of your fast-paced hips. With every movement, he feels more right inside her; it's as if they were always meant to be together.

Her fingers trail down your chest, exploring the definition of your abs before moving lower still, toward the waistband of your pants. She tugs at his belt, eager to feel him skin-to-skin against her, needing this connection more than she's ever needed anything in her life. With each passing moment, her desire for you grows stronger, hotter; she can't wait any longer.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back into your touch as she tugs at his pants again. "I need you." It's not a request; it's a demand born of desperation and years of denied want. Her hips grind against yours, her body begging for release, for the feeling of being completely claimed by you. For the first time in what feels like forever, she lets go and surrenders herself fully to the moment - and to you.

She whimpers as she feels your cock against her, so close but not quite touching yet. With shaking hands, she reaches between you and positions herself perfectly, feeling the heat of you press against her entrance. Her breath catches in her throat as you enter her slowly, filling her inch by delicious inch with your hard length. She moans into your kiss, arching her back as you stretch her completely, claiming every corner of her body and soul.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely against your lips. "God, yes." Her hips move restlessly against yours, urging you to go deeper, harder. She's never felt so alive or wanted anyone as much as she wants you right now; it's intoxicating and exhilarating all at once. The world fades away, leaving only the two of them together in this moment of perfect connection.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as the sensation grows too much to bear: pleasure unfurling inside her like a thousand tiny bursts of fireworks lighting up her insides. She cries out your name, lost in the feeling of you moving against her, of their bodies becoming one. "Ryan," she moans, "I'm going to come." And with that final word, she explodes around you, shuddering and gasping as wave after wave of bliss washes over her.

She collapses onto your chest, spent but still wanting more; the desire for you burns hotter than ever before. "I love you," she whispers against your skin, barely able to believe that these words have finally escaped her lips. With a sigh of satisfaction, she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep in your arms, safe and contented for the first time in what feels like forever.

The last

Her body thrums with satisfaction as she drifts off to sleep in your arms, the world finally at peace. She feels so safe and contented here with you, and for the first time in a long while, she allows herself to believe that maybe they can find their way back to each other; that maybe this newfound sense of closeness won't be snuffed out by history or resentment. With a small sigh, she nestles deeper into your embrace, her breath warm against your skin as her slumber wraps around her like a soft, comforting blanket.

Just before she loses herself completely to sleep, though, there's one more thing she needs to say: "Thank you," she whispers quietly against your chest. "For everything." Her words are barely audible, but they carry all the weight of her gratitude and love. And as she finally lets go, drifting off into dreamless sleep in your arms, she knows that no matter what happens from here on out, this moment - this quiet confession of love beneath the flickering lights of a hospital room TV - will be forever etched into her heart.

As you fill her with your warmth, she arches into the sensation, moaning softly against your skin as her body quivers around yours. The feeling is indescribable; it's like coming home after a long, arduous journey - safe and loved at last. She buries her face in your neck, breathing in your scent as she surrenders herself fully to this moment, trusting that you won't let go; trusting that you feel for her what she feels for you.

Her hips move restlessly against yours, seeking completion as your orgasm courses through her body. The sensation is intense and overwhelming, but she welcomes it with open arms, knowing that this connection - this love - will carry them both through anything the world throws their way. As you hold her tight, she closes her eyes and falls asleep content and at peace for the first time in what feels like forever.

The soft rustle of blanket fabric is the last thing she hears before drifting off to sleep, her body still humming with contentment and love. She clings tightly to you, savoring every moment in your arms as if fearing that this perfect peace might be nothing more than a dream. But it's not; it's real. And for now, she allows herself to bask in the warmth and safety of your embrace, hoping against hope that they can find a way to keep each other like this - together.

Her breath slows as her eyelids grow heavy, her face pressed into your neck where she can feel your heartbeat thundering beneath her ear. She knows there will be obstacles ahead, but for tonight... at least, they can forget about everything else and just be happy together.

Her breath slows, her limbs grow heavy as exhaustion finally claims her. She clings to you, trusting that nothing - and no one - can take this feeling away from her while she's in your arms. The world fades into the background, replaced by the rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her ear and the warmth of your skin against hers.

As consciousness slips further and further away, she whispers a silent prayer of gratitude: thank you for finally letting her find peace; thank you for giving her this chance to be happy... and most of all, thank you for loving her. And with that thought foremost in her mind, Lise drifts off to sleep.

Time passes slowly, the minutes blurring together into an endless sea of darkness. Eventually, though, the faint light of dawn creeps through the window, bathing the room in a rosy glow as the world outside begins to stir to life once more. Still wrapped tightly around each other, Lise and Ryan sleep on, oblivious to the chaos that might be brewing just beyond their slumbering forms.

It's only when the sound of footsteps growing closer fills her dream-haunted ears that she begins to stir, fighting back against the drowsiness that threatens to pull her down once more. A gentle hand on her shoulder shakes her gently, and she squints up at the blurry face above hers, a frown forming as she tries to focus on the features before her... only to see it isn't Ryan's face after all.

"Wha-?" She yawns, rubbing at her eyes as they begin to adjust to the light. "Who're you? Where's..." Her voice trails off as realization dawns; she's back in the hospital room

Her heart sinks as the memories flood back in; it was all just a dream, this perfect moment they shared together. She looks up into the nurse's face, feeling guilty and ashamed for falling asleep on duty. "I-I'm sorry," she mumbles sheepishly, trying to extricate herself from Ryan's embrace. "I didn't mean to..."

The nurse smiles gently, her expression reassuring. "It's all right, dear. You just got a bit too comfortable there. Now, why don't you get up and go take your break? I can stay here with him until you get back." Lise nods gratefully, slowly pushing herself upright and wincing as her stiff muscles protest the movement. With one last longing glance at Ryan, she reluctantly turns to leave the room.

As the door swings shut behind her, she can't help but wonder if this was their last chance; their last moment together before they're both swept away by the current of fate once more... and if there's any way for them to find a way back to each other.

With a heavy heart, she leaves the room, unable to shake off the feeling that everything has just changed between them. Maybe it's for the better, maybe not; she doesn't know anymore. All she can do is take her break and hope that when she comes back, things will be different... somehow.

Her heart skips a beat as he pulls her into his embrace, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss that tells her more than words ever could: he still feels the same way. With a sigh of relief, she wraps her arms around him, returning the passion with equal fervor. Maybe they can find their way back to each other after all.

As their lips part, she gazes into his eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or regret. But all she sees is love and devotion reflected back at her. "I'm sorry I fell asleep," she whispers, blushing slightly. "I didn't mean to..."

Her blush deepens, and she ducks her head shyly, unable to meet his gaze directly. "You did?" She asks softly, genuinely surprised by the admission. The sensation of being held by him, of being this close to him after everything they've been through... it's overwhelming in the best possible way.

She wraps her arms more tightly around his neck and leans into him, pressing their bodies together once again. "Thank you," she whispers against his cheek. "For not hating me." The words are barely audible, but they carry all the weight of her gratitude and relief.

Her heart swells at his words, and she presses her lips against his jaw, feeling the rough stubble scratch gently against her skin. "I'm sorry I didn't stay longer," she murmurs, knowing that even though it wasn't entirely her fault, there are still things she wishes she could change about their past.

She looks up into his eyes, searching for any sign of reassurance, and finds it there: clear and true. "I love you," she whispers, and as the words leave her lips, she knows with a certainty that this time, they'll be together; no matter what lies ahead.

Their lips meet again, hungrily seeking out each other in a dance of affection that speaks volumes about where their hearts truly lie. The world fades away as they are lost in the moment, the hospital room forgotten as they revel in the perfect connection they've found once more.

Her body presses against his as he pulls her back onto the bed, and she moans softly into his mouth. Regrets? There's no room for them now; not when they finally have each other again. Her fingers run through his hair, tangling in the soft strands as their lips move together in a perfect rhythm.

She arches her back, pressing herself closer to him, wanting nothing more than this moment - this feeling of being so completely loved and desired by Ryan. She's never been so sure of anything before; it almost frightens her how right it feels, how natural. But she doesn't want to question it anymore; not now, when they've finally found their way back to each other.

Her eyes well up with tears as he speaks these words, so full of love and sincerity. She's never doubted that he loved her, but hearing it now... It's like a balm on the wounds they've both been carrying for so long. A lump rises in her throat as she whispers, "I love you too." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, holding him close as their bodies move together, telling a story of devotion and enduring love that goes beyond mere words.

Their kisses grow deeper, more urgent now; a desperate plea for connection and reassurance in a world that has seemed so against them. But here, in this moment, there is nothing but this: the pure, unadulterated love they share. And as she feels herself begin to slip into oblivion once more, she knows that it doesn't matter where life takes them from here; nothing will ever come between them again.