As they gathered together for what could be their final hug, she tried to commit them all to memory.
When it came to him, though, it felt like there was too much to remember.
His gleeful steps when they went shopping, the way his arm felt in hers, the solemn way he promised his lips were sealed, his peppery scent, his warm, callused fingers--
Realisation dawned on her, and she tightened her hold on everyone. She prayed, with all she had, that they would all to come back to her. Especially him.
Because it wasn't too much. It wasn't enough.