A/N: Attempt at a drabble. Please read and review.
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He watched her as the dappled moonlight slanted across her still figure, her translucent skin glowing almost ethereally. He reached out and gently stroked her cheek, leaning over her carefully and pressing his lips to her forehead. It was moments like these - when he could watch over her - that he was glad he was still alive. He had someone to live for.
And in these moments, no one could tell him otherwise.
Fin.