She was perfect. Too perfect. Always just what he needed. A smile that warmed him like the sunrise. A delicious bubble of laughter to remind him that there was joy in the universe. A hand to hold, dainty fingers curling around his own with surprising strength. A hug, to assure him that she was here, that he hadn't lost her.
Again.
No.
Yet.
No.
His beautiful, clever, impossible girl, who cared with such ferocious tenacity. The universe was officially on notice: he wouldn't let go of this one without a fight.