Breathless
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
-Hilary Cooper-
She loves him. Despite the terrible things he has done she feels no fear, no disgust. She only wants to hold him closer, to love him more. His face makes her words catch in her throat, her heart skip a beat. His smile takes away the breath that by rights no ghost should have. She is no more than a whisper, a thought, a memory. But when he takes her hand, she has never felt more alive.