First it's her first, the one she fell in love with, his blue eyes boring into her. His battle-hardened face looks younger when he's on top, his physical and emotional armor stripped away. His coarse black hair hardly moves under her hands. She can almost feel it.
Then it's him. The one she'd promised forever to. She'd sworn to get back to him, somehow. His brown eyes gazed at her in awe. He put his hand to her cheek ("no touch") and said:
"Are you happy?"
Rose awoke with tearful eyes of her own, the question ringing in her ears.