In that moment, I grappled with the quest for the true essence of life, torn between her assertion that it shouldn't revolve around a person or thing. Who am I without her? What is life without her presence? My mind sent signals, but my heart resisted, leading to an internal conflict that ground my soul like a grain of wheat.
As I gently bit on her jawline, turning her body and entwining her legs around me, she whispered my name, "Arthur," while I kissed her passionately, exploring the boundaries of her being. Despite the intimate connection, I didn't want to engage in conversation, as the turmoil within me intensified. I shut my eyes tightly, attempting to suppress the overpowering emotions.
"Liesel," I finally uttered instead of affirming my agreement. Her head lifted in response, and
