Climbing into his arms and on to his lap, she folds herself around him, tucking just right, in that perfect spot where she feels completely surrounded and comforted by him. Her hands slid over his arms, to his face, his hair, touching his rumpled clothing. He smells like airline and day old clothing, but it is the best smell in the world to her. Even though her body hurts, her head aches, she can forget all about that with him here.
"Anata. My love, my soul." She whispers against his mouth, inhaling deeply she hugs him tightly. He's here now, and they can be together, everything is going to be okay.
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Date: 2008-08-31 07:54 am (UTC)"Anata. My love, my soul." She whispers against his mouth, inhaling deeply she hugs him tightly. He's here now, and they can be together, everything is going to be okay.