Lovefool

LOCATION | Fenris' home
DATE | 17th of February 2022
TIME | Midday
ATTIRE | Link
TOPIC TO | @Fenris x
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She had been back home in Theronida with Elias for a few meetings with some of the packs regarding the whole thing with Adonis, thankfully Elias managed to make travelling back and forth so much easier than taking a plane or even leave the house. But she also knew she needed to get some air, and over the past days in all the drama she had only longed to be somewhere else. Which wasn't a place she hadn't visited as often as she liked actually, because she had. Especially after Neil had gotten his pureblood status back, it had seemed like he had mainly just stayed at his father's - which gave Melanie the perfect excuse to come around. So, before heading back to Grounds of Lily she had asked her nephew if he could drop her off in Gaia, just where she knew was near where Fenris lived. Luckily, Elias rarely gave any sneaky smiles or remakes on that ground, he would later, but first his head had to keep up with his actions.

So, she found herself standing in front of Fenris door, taking a deeper breath in realizing Rose and Neil weren't even there - well she didn't even care right in this moment, she could smell he was home. So, she just simply knocked on the door two times before waiting for it to be answered. Overdressed? Perhaps, but she didn't really have time to change before getting here, and for some reason the only thing settling her mind was to see him, so that was what she came here to do. To see Fenris.

Fenris had tried to be a better father, to some extend at least. Letting Neil and Rose stay here as they pleased. Mostly because the house was big enough for him to just retreat into his study if he needed peace. Or he would drive to the laboratory to do his work there. It wasn’t because he as a heartless or cold man, as many thought him to be. But even though he had been walking this earth for almost three hundred years at this point. He was far older than that, using so much time in hell. Figuring out how souls worked and see how some people seemed to thrive after they were sent to them to be punished. One could say that he had just taking his research topside. Seeing how souls worked before they died.
One thing he had never thought would happen to him, however. Was the fact that he would fall in love. That someone would make him look another way from where he felt like his purpose was and make him ask himself what he truly wanted. So, when she had disappeared, died, and not been able to come back. It had been like that reason to try to see if he could become more human, had vanished along with her.
Standing in his library, in simple pants, a black shirt and a knitted pullover in a dark marine colour. He turned his head away from the book in his hands, when he heard someone knocked on the door. He pressed his brows together. Was he expecting someone? He searched his mind, no, he wasn’t sure he did. Then he walked towards it and could instantly recognise the aura. As he opened the door, he gave her a light smile. “Well, hello” he hummed, titling his head a little. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked lifting his brow. Not inviting her in immediately.

The door opening made her eyes catch his the second he appeared, and her smile reflected from his, exhaling and feeling like her shoulders just dropped a little bit. A little chuckle left her as she clicked her tongue a little bit, "I just wanted to see you," she replied with a little pull on a small smirk. Which was the truth, or maybe it was as much of a need as a want. Melanie licked her lips a little bit, she wasn't even sure how much she had mentioned Adonis back in the day or how much Fenris did know about him. It wasn't like she wanted to burden him with the drama nor she expected him to, she just really needed to see something else other than the mansion for a moment. Because she couldn't help but look over her shoulder and be aware of every single little thing Adonis did, just because she was scared that he would flip like a switch again. "And I needed to get out of the house, so why not kill two birds with one stone?" Melanie slowly exhaled with a little shrug and tilted her head just an inch to the side. Out of all places she could go, yet she still had ended up right here on his door step.

He pursed his lips a little, when she told him that she had just wanted to see him. His eyes narrowed a little, as his chest rose and sank. Now, it was sixteen days since he had picked up Leigh at Oscar’s house and had felt Revna’s soul roaming around. A lot have happened since they had met again, found Neil, and made sure that he once again could join the pack. After that he hadn’t really seen Neil all that much. Probably because of the threat looming around. Not that Fenris really cared, maybe it was his constant feeling of being superior that didn’t let him see the danger before he would be killed. Both with his intelligence and that there was no fear of dying. Left him rather uncaring. Some would call it stupidity, good thing he had never really cared what other people thought about him.
“Right” he said with a small smile on his lips, letting out a small exhale before he stepped aside and let her take a step inside. “Well then, I’ll make some tea” he announced, closing the door after she had gotten inside. “Please take your shoes off” he reminded her, before he walked down to the kitchen and started preparing a proper tea.

"Thank you," she politely replied and took a step in as he stepped aside to let her inside. The comment on her remembering to take her shoes off made her chuckle a little, well of course, so she did without complain or comment, making her lose a few inches in height that she otherwise voted for. Then taking the blazer jacket off and hang it. Feeling cold had never been her thing, perhaps coming from the part of being a werewolf, even if she of course felt warmer in her wolf shape than human. Melanie then walked down to the kitchen and folded her lips a little bit together. She took a slightly deeper breath in, and licked her lips a little bit looking around shortly before reaching the nearest counter and leaned her stomach towards it while looking at him, having her hands by the edge of the counter. "So, what have you been up to lately?" She wondered and tilted her head a little bit curious to the side.

He was standing a little in his own mind, as he looked towards the kettle that was starting to move because of the water getting a warmer temperature. He hadn’t really noticed that she had joined him in the kitchen, before she asked him what he had been up to lately. He turned his head and looked at her, letting out a small sigh turning his head back to the kettle. “Cleaning up after Leigh, as per usual” he mumbled, shaking his head a little “his linked to my niece, and somehow ended up getting himself snapped by the neck” explaining what he had been cleaning up this time. “But I’ve been occupied things are stirring in hell, and I’m not really comfortable that some of the original demons are showing their faces on earth” he hummed, when you had lived so many years in hell, you grew accustomed to other rules, rules that couldn’t be lived by when you were walking between humans. Now he was doing something he knew many would frown upon, but he was also one of those that made sure that medicine to supernatural people was being made worldwide.

Oh yeah Leigh. The vampire that never learned, the vampire she didn't want to encounter - not because she was scared of him, more so she was pretty sure the sight of his stupid face would be enough to just kill him on sight - but that was more of a theory she had. It was one unlucky niece Fenris had there, if she was bound to that guy. She held her rights to judge the guy based on Fenris' stories after all. Things were stirring in Hell, well of course she knew when Fenris talked about Hell, he meant Hell. That was where it got complicated again, because she had spoken to Remy in the beginning of the prior month, archangels and Hell related demons - she could already hear Damian curse at her, even if she was going to keep herself out of the mends of Heaven and Hell. But no it was not comfortable knowing the original demons were showing on surface, it even made her heart skip a beat for a second. "Seems like you have had your hands pretty full as well then," she sighed a little bit and licked her lips, shaking her head a little bit. It was nice really, being somewhere else, outside knowing that Oscar was taking care of Revna in Grounds of Lily, she expected to see her every time she walked outside. The same with every time she walked around back home that she expected Adonis to flip a switch and attack. Perhaps she was suffering more from post experiences and paranoia than she led herself and others to believe.

He shrugged, knowing that Melanie had been kept busy too with the Russian pack prowling around. Not that he really had anything to do with that. Even though he knew that his family had their roots there, he had never cared much for the country. Found it rather unimaginative how it was more or less stuck in the same was through centuries. Never really growing, other than wanting to press the boarders and begging for the world to go into another war with them. “Well, I guess it comes with the age we have” he said, with one of his rare smiles as he looked at her while pouring some of the water into the small teapot that he had. Already making the kitchen smell of the beautiful aromas from the tealeaves. “Are the Russian pack turning out to be a nuisance?” he knew that had been the reason why Rose had gone home, if not then to give her mother a peace of mind. Not that he really cared all that much what his son and his girlfriend ran around doing. They hadn’t really done anything out of order and kept mostly to themselves.  

It was true. The older you got the more things that seemed to be to keep track on, people, stories and so on, catching one of his smiles, managing to make her lips pull up in one as well. Melanie took a deeper breath in letting the scent from the tea calm her a little bit further down. "Well, they try to be. They are just a bunch of not even trained wolves blindly loyal to their alpha, but they were influenced by Adonis' old famous words," she took a deeper breath in and shook her head a little bit, "turned out someone was influencing Adonis as well," she then added. It was perhaps a bit private for Adonis to let people know his heart had been used, but in some words she also tried to say it to remind herself that he hadn't been in control over his own actions. "Rebekah had his heart for at least over eight-thousand-years. So, she has been controlling him this entire time, so now he lives with us," not that she didn't agree on them having to give Adonis a chance. She knew it was a part of showing Adonis that he still was a part of the family, and to ease the sense of guilt she knew her older brother had from this. She held it as well. But it didn't change the fact that she still had a few huddles to get over till she could get comfortable with Adonis staying there. "So, it's great," she sighed a bit sarcastic and shook her head mostly at herself.

“Impressive that they have even gotten this far then” he said, not that he admired them, quite the contrary. To trust someone blindly, was rather foolish, he thought. Even those that he would say that he put some level of trust in, he would always challenge if they were doing something that was going against his own belief system. He had never believed in the term of molding herself after others. It would only leave you a weaker version of yourself. Those that would stick around, while you were your true self, those were the people that was worth something. He raised a brow, as she spoke about someone else had been influencing Adonis as well, now that sounded interesting. He walked over to the small dining table that he had in the kitchen, and placed the teapot down, before walking back and taking down two cups. As he turned, she explained Rebekah had something to do with it. A scoff left him. Especially when she said, rather sarcastically so, that it was great. “I’ve always found it rather interesting, that a woman that is so weak, have gathered such a loyal gathering of people not able to see behind the façade of a woman trying to use power to become something she isn’t destined to anymore” he shook his head, yes, she was strong, and could kill many people. But she had lost herself in the process of pursuing the power, which only made her weak and predictable. Something that she would probably try to kill him over, if she ever heard him saying that. Which again, would make her so dull and predictable.

"It's not impressive, its pure stupidity," she sighed a bit and shook her head a little, "they think he hadn't found out their end goal in all of this, so they keep pressuring us, while we try to find the person missing," which had led to be harder than first thought. But then there was another thought, maybe Fenris or his sister could actually help on that regard. "Besides, it's only the female werewolves and shifters, along with the humans that knows of werewolves that are at high risk in this," she knew it wasn't really a comforting set of words. But she was immortal and while she didn't like dying, she had accepted that horrible lonely feeling of dying many years ago. But they hadn't managed to take her down yet, like she had hinted, they weren't really that capable wolves. There was many ways to view Rebekah, she had heard her fair share of different tales. And no she had nothing left for the woman, but a part of her held so great sense of compassion for others that she wanted to believe that there was a part of the witch that once had been good and that something horrible had shaped her into the monster she was today. It was something Leon used to say that had stuck with Melanie over the years with one should fear what had created it. It reminded her of how far out someone could get if pushed hard enough, and the thought of its own was rather scary. "Fear makes fools out of us all," she licked her lips a little bit walking towards the small dinning table to sit down.

He raised a brow as she made a point about that it was pure stupidity, almost to tell her that was what he had meant. But didn’t comment on the further. Nodding a little about the fact that it was mostly females that knew about the supernatural, and especially when it came to werewolves, that was at risk. Then the female werewolves and shapeshifters had a little more to fight back with, than a normal human. But it was still an unfair fight, when they were suddenly face with a threat that they weren’t used too. He still didn’t really see the point of why the Radclyffee pack needed to interfere when it came to the packs here in Athena. Unless it was more of an issue to just make sure they wouldn’t be a threat anywhere. Or the need to clean up after their brother.
He chuckled and nodded, “Now that is true, fear has a tendency to make us both blind to our own stupidity” he mumbled, sitting down and poured them both a cup of tea before he placed it in front of her. “Fear would be my mother knocking on my door” he mumbled, turning his head towards it, only to make sure that she going to. Before looking back at Melanie. “How is Neil after he has been turned back? I haven’t seen so much of him lately” he said taking a sip from his tea.

She looked at the cup in front of her, before moving her eyes up towards him giving him a soft little smile, before he said fear would be his mother suddenly knocking on his door. Then the question back to Neil, Melanie folded her lips shortly scratching just above her right eyebrow shortly, "he is adjusting really - slow process, but I would say its going in the right direction" Melanie replied and nodded a little bit. "Things have been quite busy, I was thinking about taking him to Theronida for a few day - we will have to go back either way to discuss the whole Adonis situation with more of the family. And Theronida just happens to be the best possible place for a wolf to run freely around," she breathed slowly and looked towards Fenris to get a sense of what he thought about the idea. "Would also lower the risk of him ending up getting in a fight with some of these Russian wolves -" knowing how Neil's fight or flight response worked by now, she knew he would likely end up in a fight, especially if he didn't know if Rose was safe or not. "But we are looking for someone, apparently the Russians are looking for an young alpha whose mother escaped with him and has been hiding him, we have been trying to find him, but it's more like finding a needle in a haystack. At least we have narrowed the field to it being somewhere in Aston," she told. Because even if she was a wolf and tracking should be her field, she knew finding people who perhaps weren't meant to be found was not her specialty.

As Melanie explained how Neil was doing, he slowly took sips from his tea, not letting his eyes leave the beautiful woman that was sitting in front of him. Now, if anything the demon was rather good at multitasking and didn’t have any problems with letting his own thoughts unfold in his head and still listening to what she told him. He knew that many found this ability to be annoying. Mostly because it always looked like he didn’t listen at all. But he did.
“I think it is a wonderful idea to take him to Theronida, the boy needs more relations than just one girl” he licked his lips, he knew that Melanie agreed when it came to the part, that it was too dangerous for Neil only to have Rose in his life. Because he had become so depended on her, that he couldn’t see anything but her. That wasn’t really living. That was just following. Which didn’t really lie in the nature of a werewolf with beta potential.
He then furrowed his brows as she explained that they were trying to find a young werewolf, whose mother had escaped the Russian pack’s alpha. As he pulled his cup towards his lips he asked; “Have you tried looking at the academy? Or other places a young boy would go to find relations that his mother wouldn’t be able to give him?” he took a sip from his cup and placed it back on the counter as his eyes never really left Melanie.

Well it was true, Neil did need more relations than just Rose, and to be fair, it had been quite an event seeing Neil trying to figure out who he felt most comfortable talking to in the mansion. Well, he was getting along with Leon, Angel and Natasha, so that was a start. Elias some days. "Yeah, at least it seems like he is trying to actually want to chat with the others as well," knowing that since that Rose had returned home, Neil had been living at the mansion with her which she wished she hadn't been so busy. But at least yeah, Angel and Natasha had kept him company, and Melanie had been able to go on a few walks with him as well and just talk.

She pressed her brows a bit together by the thought of the academy. Well, it sounded like a place to start, and she had been giving it a thought or two, yet it seemed impossible still to narrow it down. Adonis would most likely be the only one able to identify the kid, for sure the mother but the kid. How did you find someone you didn't know what looked like? "Could be an idea, maybe I've been looking at it all wrong. We have been looking after the kid, maybe I should be looking for the rouge mother," she picked up the cup of tea and took a thoughtful sip. After all Adonis had given her and Damian the story about what had happened, to as much detail as he of course had known.

Fenris gave her a small smile and nodded “I’m glad to hear that” and was a little taken aback that he meant it, he still wasn’t quite over the fact how Melanie always managed to pull his more human side out. He had gone for so long, being what he was and not really seeing it in his cards there would ever come a time, where he would settle down and start a family. He had then also seen it as a sign, how horrible it had gone that if it hadn’t worked with Melanie, it wouldn’t work with anyone. And he had been okay with that. Then, she had come along again. Invading his privacy, forced him to talk with her. Stirring in the pot of all these emotions that the old demon still wasn’t comfortable with talking about. Problem was, if he waited too long, she would be gone again. Would he be okay with that? He wasn’t sure.
He looked towards her when she told him that she should be looking for a rouge mother, he nodded. “That seems like a good idea, there shouldn’t be that many around?” he guessed, mostly because there wouldn’t be many places, she could go without stepping into another werewolf’s territory and there she could get killed. “I don’t know how much help I am, but let me know, if there is anything I can do” he said with a small smile and looked down at his tea.

Melanie nodded a little, it was good having Neil to actually feel like he belonged somewhere, with someone again, and Melanie was more than happy to have the chance of actually being the boy's mother and not just a fragment of a bad memory of being gone. But it had also meant coming back here, slowly walking back into Fenris' life, without really giving him much choice to say no. Well, he had been the one telling her Neil was out there, he had been the one bringing her back here when the hunters had attacked her and Neil. And she was here right now, out of all the places she could have ended up in the world, she had knocked on his door.

Well, she had been here for sometime now, and she hadn't encountered that many rouge werewolves, but it wouldn't be many who happened to have a son with a sudden age. After all they did know the boy's age. Melanie nodded a little with a thankful smile, "thanks," she took a deeper breath in and moved a lock of her hair behind her left ear, before taking another sip of her tea. "Honestly it's just nice talking to someone about it outside the mansion, we've been so fed up lately, I feel like I've been splitting myself up to be everywhere at once," which she had in some way. Always looking over her shoulder to be aware about Adonis, even though it seemed like Adonis and Neil got along, well, she was even more spooked about that than she wanted to be. Then a few meetings here and there, which was the usual work. "And I reckon I might be a little bit paraonid with Adonis walking around," she confessed, and licked her lips a little bit. But her shoulders relaxed more in his presence, perhaps because he did as a matter of fact know her, there was very little she could say that would come as a surprise. And she didn't have to pretend any bit.

He pressed his brows a little together, when she told him that she felt like she had been splitting herself up to be everywhere at once. He understood that feeling, not that he had done that in a very long time. Mostly because it had just been him for such a long time, of course he had Leigh in his life, and even though the annoying vampire had a knack of annoying him. It was like the little brother that he had never wanted, and sometimes he really wanted to kill the fool. One could look at it the other way, Leigh would always be the way he was. Either you killed him, or you found someone that could hold him in check, so he didn’t go completely overboard. A man like Fenris.
Fenris let one of his hands go of the warm cup and let it slide over the table towards her, palm up for her to take it. “No one blames you for being paranoid with Adonis walking around” he insisted, giving her a small smile. His dark eyes even looked caring as he would let his thumb glide softly over the back of her hand, if she was to take his.

Even if she knew that her family perhaps knew she was a bit paranoid about it, it wasn't something she actually had vocalized. She didn't feel like she could when Melanie also knew it was her younger brother they spoke about, and it was conflicting. A part of her knew she wasn't alone about it, that the others felt the same, but despite how much Adonis had tormented them in the past, he had always been hardest on her, well for one sake only: she was a woman. Melanie's green eyes found his hand as he let it slide over the table, and on the next exhale she let her hand in a slower motion place itself in his. "I know, it's just - I still hate feeling like that," she clicked her tongue a little bit, feeling a little bit out of breath by the way he looked at her in this very moment. Because she knew it wasn't a look that was for everyone. Melanie took a smaller breath in, feeling her heart skip a small beat ahead, letting herself take in the comfort of his touch, how powerful one single little touch could be. One look. One touch, and it felt like her entire world just slowed down for a while, allowing her to remember to just be and breath.

He noticed how she reacted to his touch. For a moment he was very close to pull his hand back, abruptly putting an end to that look. Because it scared him, oh how it scared him. Mostly because he didn’t want to feel the way he had felt after she had died. After he had tried to look for her, now knowing that she had been held by Joseph Blackwood. Only to have found her in the arms of Oscar Addams. There were so many conflicting emotions going through him. Could he do it again? Did he dare? What would become of him, if she once again left him?
But even so, he didn’t take away his hand. The smile stayed on his lips and the caring look as well. He nodded when she told him that she hated feeling like this. “I know” he spoke softly, almost in a whispering voice. “Alright” he hummed, pulling her hand a little. “Come here” he mumbled, gesturing her to walk around the table and walk towards him.
If she did, his arm would gently place around her waist and pull her down to sit in his lap. Then he let go of her hand, to place both arms around her and pulled her towards his chest. “You make me insane Mellie” he hummed, closing his eyes as his nose found its way into her hair. “don’t leave me” his voice, almost brittle with emotions. Some he rarely let himself feel. His eyes opened, as he looked towards the wall, and pulled her a little closer in his arms. Taking in her smell and how she felt in his arms.

Melanie tugged her lips a little bit to the side, well she was always in touch with her emotions, it wasn't the biggest issue, but she still kept some things closer to heart than expressing them. Because it was also sort of something you would expect of her, to be calm and collected no matter the pressure you had to surface. But right now, she didn't want to be strong, calm or collected, she just wanted to be. And Fenris was giving her a hand in that direction without her even asking for it, pulling her hand a little, before he gestured her to come closer. So, she did, with slow elegant movements, and let him place his arm around her waist and pull her down to sit on his lap. Melanie took a deeper breath in as he let go of her hand to place both arms around her, pulling her in closer. She closed her eyes for a second, and leaned her head closer to him, taking in the calming scent of having him this close. Melanie couldn't say she had expected his choice of words, because she hadn't. She had also known not to push anything, so she had tried not to more than she already had by showing up.

Don’t leave me, it was like the world stopped for a second. Just a brief second where those words just stuck in her mind like an endless echo. She took a smaller breath in and exhaled, she didn't want to leave him, Melanie knew that as a fact, it was why she stayed around in the end. "I'm not going to leave," she whispered back before taking another breath in and folded her lips for a second. Melanie had known since they had seen each other again, since their lips had touched again after so long time, between stolen glances she had known if he wanted her back, she would be there in a heartbeat. So, maybe she should try to pull down the defenses and ask what she actually wanted, if he wanted to come home. "Would you -" she pulled her head a little bit back letting her eyes search towards his, "would you ever want me back?" She asked, feeling her heart in her throat, because it was the biggest question of all now wasn't it? Did he still love her? She loved him. But she had to know what could be in the cards from this, and showing all the cards you had at hands were perhaps about time. To just be vulnerable no matter how scary it was.

He closed his when he heard her tell him that she wasn’t going to leave. It was like it was all he needed to know. Just the fact that she wasn’t going to leave, then he would wait, for ever if it took for her to come back to him. As long as he knew she would.
Fenris swallowed the water that had accumulated in his mouth. And for a while he just sat there, with her in his arms and felt like the whole world around them could burn down and he wouldn’t care. Everything didn’t matter, except the woman that was in his arms right now. Blinking a little, he came back to reality when she spoke. Her soft voice, beckoning to look down at her. His soft smile curling over his lips as he waited for her to finish the sentence that she had started. For a moment he just looked at her after she had asked her question. Asked him if he would ever want her back, a small chuckle left him. His hand found her cheek and let her thumb glide over her soft skin. “In a heartbeat” he whispered and leaned down to kiss her softly against her lips. He kept his eyes closed, “No matter how I try to deny myself it, I have always been you, and only you” he added, before kissing her again. Because he hadn’t had others. There had only been her, in his entire lifespan there hadn’t been another able to turn his head quite like the wolf in his arms had.

His hand found her cheek, and she breathed softly out to the trace of his caress. In a heartbeat, before she even got to respond his lips traced hers and her eyes closed taking in the entire sensation it brought upon her. With her eyes still closed after, she listened to his confession, but once again he didn't give her much chance to respond to them before he once again kissed her. But she didn't need words to express how she felt, at least not right now, right now Melanie kissed him back, placing her fingers gently along his jawline just below the ear, before her hand found to cup his face. "Then take me back," she whispered between his lips before letting them meet again, letting her hands leave his face, only to snake her arms over his shoulders, pulling her closer towards him. This was all she really wanted. All she had wanted after they got separated, to find her way back to him, and now she was here.

He knew in that moment; it had been the right thing to do. He threw away the odds. He closed off for the voices telling him how it would end. The negative monster that tried to tear them apart. He wasn’t going to listen anymore. For her, he could do anything. He could love, he could be a person that had a human side. That would care for her, make sure that she was alright. He could marry her again; they could have a life together and never apart. He would be there when she needed him. Yes, for her, he could do all of that. All that was expected when you loved someone. Even if it scared him, even if he wanted to run. He stayed. And that was when he knew just how deep his love ran for her. And always would.
He smiled against her lips, as his arms snaked around her waist and pulled her closer to him. After a while he break away from her lips, placing her forehead against hers. “Well, I’m glad you knocked on my door” he hummed, feeling how his lips were pulled a little further up. His eyes still closed, as his thumps glided under her shirt, caressing softly her naked skin underneath.

Their lips broke apart again, taking a deeper breath in as she felt his forehead against hers, letting her nose kiss his for a second, as he mentioned he was happy she had knocked on his door. "Mmmh, there was no other door I would rather have knocked on," Melanie whispered back, taking in everything, how it felt almost electrifying to have his thumbs trace under her shirt, trace over her skin. She knew he was the one she wanted. "Just you and me," she whispered with a soft chuckle, she liked the sound of that. Words she hadn't thought she would get to say to him again, being the two of them. Melanie felt like she could stay in this moment forever, stay with him forever, and this time there was nothing she was going to let her part from his side. "I love you," she whispered softly before taking a longer breath in, still with her forehead resting against his.