They were lying absently on the bed, staring at each other, as if any second now and the other would disappear. It had become their hobby just being together. It was unnecessary to talk or to think of what was going to happen to them. They just wanted to get enough of the feeling; this intense need for the other to be close, for their skin to touch. To feel invaded by the other. To dissolve in each other.

He was stroking her hair, breathing her in, staring into her eyes as she imprinted his touch on her skin. She felt so relived, so stupidly happy to be able to touch someone; for someone to touch her. It's been such a long time since she felt warm skin on hers, and compared to Simons touch every other felt insignificant like no one actually ever touch her except for him.

It's been a week since they got their powers back. Christmas had past and new years was a day away. They were going to celebrate it together in their flat. He got her a necklace for Christmas. A thin delicate chain with a locket and inside of the locket was their picture, and on the back engraved into to the gold was "I'm with you, forever." Her gift in comparison felt insignificant and she wanted to throw it away before he saw. But he snatched it of her as she was trying to hide it behind her back.

"It's stupid yeah, just through it away" she tried to get back the badly wrapped present, much to Simons amusement.

"Simon" she shouted frustrated

He caught her arm in his and drew her close so their faces were inches away, stroking her cheek; a gesture which became a ritual. His face was now serious and eyes piercing.

"I would love anything you gave me, you loving me is already more than enough"

She wanted to cry in these moments, she always hated that he was grateful for her love, like loving him was something impossible. She wanted to tell him to shut up, to never say that, that it's her who should be thankful that he loves her. That he saved her. That she was so important to him. But she just kissed him long and slow, stretching the feeling, stretching their love and hoping it would last forever. Then she turned around and sat on the bed not wanting to watch him open the stupid thing. He just stood there watching her with a smile on his face. She felt uncomfortable now playing with the sleeves of her jumper.

"Open it then" she urged, looking anywhere but at him.

He unwrapped the present smirking at her like it was amusing to see her so worried about nothing.

It was a USB stick and a card he looked at her confused.

"I made you a playlist" she said "there's about 200 songs on it I thought you would like"

"It's stupid I know you don't have to listen to them"

"Why would I not listen to them" He sat next to her hugging her to him.

"It's a nice present. Thank you" he placed his chin on her shoulder, tickling her neck with his breath.

She sighted and smiled lightly and played with his hands. She still found it hard to understand why she felt all these thing for Simon, they were so different. Maybe it's because no one ever wanted her like he did, or respect her like he did , or cared or treated her like his equal; like they were too pieces of a whole. He always forgave her, even when she wouldn't forgive herself. And he believed her no questions asked. And she didn't understand how she could deserve him.

And now as they were lying in bed she still didn't understand.

"I'm sorry" she whispered, he just looked at her confused.

"I'm sorry for making you give up your power, I'm sorry for lying to you." He broke the eye contact swallowing hard as his face became cold, and he was lost in thought. She felt shit for bringing it up again when she promised him she won't, but in their perfect little bubble this was eating her up. She couldn't stand him being so understanding, she would rather him shout and get angry or even hit her, or tell her it's over, anything which will make the guilt go away. She was tired of hearing the same reply from him

"It's ok; I know that you just wanted us to be normal"

And this was her queue to say yeah but your power was a part of you and I would understand if there was a part of you that would hate me but she restrained herself not wanting to repeat the same conversational loop. She just skipped to the end trying to redeem herself with sex. She just kissed him pulled him close on top of her and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. And he didn't need another invitation he just loved her and tried to prove to her that it was ok and that he forgives her.