He pulled back slightly, a slow, enigmatic smile gracing his lips. His golden eyes, though holding a hint of ancient melancholy, were also alight with a fierce, possessive love. “A burden?” he mused, his voice a low, resonant timbre that vibrated through her. “Sabrina, you are not a burden. You are my light. My joy. My eternity. To remember you will be to relive the most precious moments of my existence. It will be to hold onto the warmth that has finally filled the vast emptiness of my being. It will be to love you, even in your absence, with the same fierceness, the same devotion, that I feel for you now.”
He lowered his head, his lips brushing hers in a tender, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of promises made and promises kept, of a love that defied the boundaries of life and
