Brevity
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The kiss lasted a long time, and each felt the past melting away in its warmth. Though they finally parted, Erik could scarcely tear his eyes away from Christine's precious face.
"Oh, Christine," he whispered, as though he were afraid sound might shatter this perfect moment; "I cannot help but feel that we have somehow made history."
She smiled. "I know, Erik ... and someday, someone will write fantastic stories about us."
"I hope they will be brief and elegant," he mused, gently stroking her cheek.
She kissed him suddenly, heatedly. "My love ... do not discount passionate epics ..."
* ~ * ~ *
The kiss lasted a long time, and each felt the past melting away in its warmth. Though they finally parted, Erik could scarcely tear his eyes away from Christine's precious face.
"Oh, Christine," he whispered, as though he were afraid sound might shatter this perfect moment; "I cannot help but feel that we have somehow made history."
She smiled. "I know, Erik ... and someday, someone will write fantastic stories about us."
"I hope they will be brief and elegant," he mused, gently stroking her cheek.
She kissed him suddenly, heatedly. "My love ... do not discount passionate epics ..."