"Mabel..." A gentle voice murmured as his forehead lightly rested against hers. "Please don't leave me, okay? I know I was wrong, so very wrong, and hurt you deeply. I realize now I shouldn't have kept things from you, shouldn't have insisted on you aborting the child. Punish me however you want, but... please come back to me? Without you, I... I would die, truly die..."
His voice was like a deep temptation, causing her to lose herself... Today, it seemed particularly easy to recall those scenes from the past, their first meeting, their love, and the sweetness once shared between them.
"Do you... really want me to die?" His voice was like the night breeze, passing through her eardrums and caressing her heart.
Would he... die? In that instant, she felt a discomfort in her heart.
And his face, coming closer to hers, until his lips touched hers, she was still in that daze.
