A/N: Yo, bros. I'm starting a drabble challenge. So... yeah. It's drabbles. Okay? Are you over this yet? You need some chalmomile? No? Okay.
I don't own GONE. You know this by now.
He rocks you back and forth like the ocean's waves and it makes you remember. You almost cry, but you don't. You tell yourself you can't. Strong girls don't cry. You've been through too much to be weak now. He hold you in his arms and kisses your lips and it's almost like breathing. You laugh at nothing and he smiles at you and you can't help but think that this is home. He tells you you smell like cinnamon and you call him an idiot but he kisses you anyway. You're glad he did, even though you knew he would. You know him so well now. You've been through hell and back, looked the devil in the eyes and made it out alive. You whisper to him that Romeo and Juliet have got nothing on you and he doesn't understand but instead of asking he just holds you there, because he believes it. And in his arms you know that this is right. You and him, him and you, standing there like this. This is exactly where you want to be. This is your salvation.