The scent of vanilla and musk is in the air. Smoke circles around my head, blurring my vision.
My reflection peers at his figure; black wisps of hair creep onto his face, and he pushes them carelessly away.
Black eyes are staring at me, watching me from his chair but a few feet away from my own.
Brown eyes…staring at him, loving him…
Sweet fruit touches my mouth and phrases are uttered that leave my heart racing.
Back to the clouds of smoke we go.
It comes time for us to depart from our little haven, leaving everything behind as we do. Soft words escape his lips, and our bodies touch in our first and final embrace. I board the machine that will take me away from him, and he turns around, leaving me.
Not enough. I run to the window, throwing caution to the wind, and shout out his name. Don't leave me!
But it's too late. The train is starting to creep away.
"Severus!"
He reaches his hand out to mine, and mine to his; our fingers lightly touch each other's as he drifts away from my site forever.
Our last touch.