A steady pulse. Shallow breaths.
She touched her gentle fingertips to his nose, feeling his barely-there breath stream out of his nostrols. Then his mouth, those red lips stained with old blood. His sunken cheeks, protuding cheekbones, then back to his soft brown hair. She closed her eyes.
He was almost alive only, thanks to her and her memories. She lowered her head until her cheeks were touching his cold, lifeless one.
Then she remembered this wasn't the person she knew all along. He was a new Syaoran. Or the old one, perhaps? Her mind whirled in confusion just as she first found out the truth. She had lost the will to smile for this stranger. She.. wanted to die. She pulled back from his sleeping form.
A shapeless memory, an invisible person, whom she knew had to be the most important person in her life. Now, they both were gone. She could try loving him and pretend everything was just like the happy childhood days, start a new life with a familiar stranger. Her mind floated to the memory which left her the most puzzled.
Her eyes were closed and she felt the soft touch of someone's lips on her own, someone holding her, someone pressing close to her as her back found the wall. A foreign warmth in her mouth, a pleasant aftertaste. When she opened her eyes she had seen no-one, just billowing castle curtains, her lying on her bed.
She timidly cupped his slender face and lowered her lips onto his as she closed her eyes, hoping, hoping-
and
That soft touch, that warmth, was very familiar.