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Chapter 23 – Recovery

Mark

"Lexie! Lexie!"

My feet propelled me forward at hearing the explosion, but the large group of firemen already blocked my path. The two senior firemen of the group were already racing towards the area we had just come through, all buttoned up, and their oxygen masks covering their faces.

Stretching my head around the hallway to see, I could see the flames fanning out of the E.R. and the door that I had been beating down not just seconds ago. There was a crackle over what I assumed was the firefighter's radio system, before their orders came to start getting the equipment to control the fire before it took out the remaining hospital.

Lexie.

She had been in that room. Even I had to realize in seeing the flames poke through the room that she wouldn't have been able to survive an explosion like that one.

I sunk to my knees, my hands coming to my face once it all hit me. I wasn't ever going to see Lexie again. All I could think about was how I didn't get to say enough 'I love you's' to her. I didn't tell her she was perfect enough. I never got to tell her how much I wanted more. Forever.

"Mark…"

Derek was at my side, but I didn't have the energy to look up. I had just lost the only woman I had truly ever loved and the only thing I could feel was numbness.

"Dr. Sloan. Dr. Shepherd. Come quick…you're never going to believe this," shouted a nurse.

I was still on my knees, and I didn't even bother to get up. It wasn't that I didn't care about whatever miracle they just performed with my patients. I just wanted to be alone. Alone to drown out my sorrows and the woman that I was never going to be able to let go. The gapping hole in my chest where my heart had just been ripped from my chest.

"It's Lexie Grey," the nurse said when neither of us moved.

That got my attention. My head snapped up. "What? What do you mean?"

The nurse smiled. "She's alive."

I sprang to my feet, Derek right behind me, as we followed the nurse through the hospital. We had stopped in the wing of our ICU, both Miranda Bailey and Richard Webber standing outside of a hospital room waiting for us.

I looked up at them with an eagerness and renewed hope. "She's alive?"

Miranda nodded. "She is. She's unconsciousness, but alive," she confirmed.

Derek stepped forward coming to stop beside me. "How?"

"She scared the hell out of one of our lab technicians when she had practically fell through the ceiling," answered Richard.

Derek's expression contorted to one of confusion. "The ceiling?"

"Our Lexie Grey here is resourceful. She climbed through the ventilation system. She made it as far as the lab before she ended up passing out," said Richard.

I moved until I was at the side of her bed, my eyes scanning her body over. I reached down to grab one of her hands laying against her side on the bed. I picked up her cold skin in my hand, already noticing the cuts and bruises around her fingers. No doubt from her attempts in trying to escape.

"Is she going to be, ok?" I asked.

Miranda stepped forward. "Her vitals are promising. It's hard to say knowing that she was trapped in the ER for as long as she was with the smoke and the gas leak. Her smoke inhalation was quite severe, but we have taken great measures to clear her airway."

I leaned forward to place a kiss to her forehead, but I could still hear through her oxygen mask the slight wheeze in her breathing.

"Did anyone order CT scans?" Derek asked.

Richard nodded. "We did. You should have them any minute."

I grabbed the chair closest to mme, never letting go of her hand, as I sat down and scooted it closer. My free hand stroked at her forehead, silently praying and asking for her to come back to me. Minutes before, I thought I was never going to see her again. Hold her again. Tell her I love her again. I don't think I would be able to take it knowing she was here and I could touch her only to lose her in the end.

A nurse came by and handed over the very CT scans that Derek had just asked about. He pulled the films from the sleeve and held them up to look.

I kept my eyes on Lexie. "Derek?"

Derek sighed, but it was a sigh of relief. "Everything looks good on my end. A little swelling, but once it goes down, she should be fine. It explains why she passed out."

"How long will she be out?" I asked.

"That depends on her," he answered truthfully. "It could be a couple of hours, or it could be a couple of days." he paused. "Or longer. There's no way to tell. She will wake up when she wants too. When she is ready."

Miranda moved towards me, her hand resting on my shoulder. "She will have round the clock care. The best care. She is one of us."

I kissed the back of her hand, holding it firmly in both of mine as my elbows rested on her bed. "I know. Because I am not leaving her side until she wakes up."

2 days later….

"I paged Derek, not you," I said, when Owen walked into the room.

I was being a complete and utter ass to Owen and he didn't deserve it, but it was hard not to be when he had been the one that refused to let me go in and get Lexie. He had explained his reasoning and dangers to everyone in the hospital—it made sense, I understood that—but I still couldn't seem to let it go. He was taking my snide comments in stride, hoping that maybe when Lexie woke up that it would fix everything. I hoped for the same.

"Derek is in the middle of surgery. He couldn't come right away," Owen answered.

"She has not woken up yet. I need to know why."

Owen sighed and turned back to me. We were towards the edge of Lexie's bed. I realized I was practically blocking his path to get close to her as if he would actually harm her in anyway. If he was picking up on that notion, he wasn't pushing his way any closer.

"I had new CT scans ordered and had Derek take a quick peek while in surgery. He said the swelling is completely gone and her scans all look normal. She should wake up any day now," Owen advised.

"Then why hasn't she?"

Both of us stilled when we heard a sound from behind us, my eyes opening wide as Lexie's big brown beautiful eyes peered back at me. She was attempting to raise her hand to remove the oxygen mask from her mouth.

"Lex, you're awake!"

I was at her side in seconds, helping to take the mask and remove it from her head. The smile was on my lips, trying to contain my own excitement so I didn't do her any further harm.

"Hey," I said softly.

"Hey," she croaked hesitantly. "Water?"

I turned towards her tray, grabbing the pitcher and pouring her a glass before handing it over towards her. She was having a bit of a hard time in trying to sit up, so I helped with raising her bed and adjusting so that she was sitting up more now.

"How are you?" I asked after letting her take a few good sips.

She handed back the water, which I put on the tray, before her hand searched for mine. I clasped her smaller hand in mine, her lips turning upwards into a smile, her eyes sparkling with life.

"Good. I thought I would never see you again." she admitted.

I kissed her hand. "Me too. I thought I lost you."

We stared at each other for a long moment, words unspoken as we said everything directly through our eye contact. She was the first to break the contact remembering that Owen had been standing in the room with me.

"Hi, Chief Hunt."

He nodded in her direction. "We're glad your awake."

She smiled. "I'm glad too."

"I'll leave you two, but if you need anything…"

"Thank you, Chief Hunt," she answered.

Once he was gone, she turned back towards me. "How are you really feeling?" I asked.

Her shoulder came up in a little shrug. "Ok. A little sore still, but outside of that, ok." Her hand squeezed mine. "It's ok, Mark. I'm ok."

I finally let out the sigh that I had been holding in ever since I had found out she had been trapped behind the glass of the ER. "Lex…"

She squeezed my hand again. "I know." Her voice dipped, and this time I could see it was due to her emotion as her eyes turned a little glassy. "Me too."

"Lexie!"

Meredith came barreling through the door. "Thank the lord that you are awake."

Meredith walked over to the other side of her bed.

"Hey, Mer."

Meredith's glance flickered in my direction. "Did you ream her the riot act already, or should I?"

It was hard not to grin. "I haven't gotten to it yet."

Meredith looked back at Lexie, doing just that. It was all out of love, and you could see the older sister had rightfully been scared when she had found out. She had been with the other patients by the time she had learned everything. She was part of the group that was organizing and moving patients so they were doubled up. At the time, she hadn't learned everything since they directly came and got me—which she had been just as mad—but worried and scared that like me she would never see the young doctor again.

Lexie took her sister rant in stride, unable to keep the smile from her own face. Lexie Grey had finally realized that she had the one thing she wanted since the first day at arriving here in Seattle Grace. A true sisterly bond with Meredith Grey, where both sisters equally loved each other and wanted each other to succeed.

"And you won't do this again?" Meredith pressed.

Lexie nodded. "I promise."

Lexie

My fellow doctors were adamant that they wanted to keep me for one more night for observation before they would release me for at home care. I felt terrible having to go home and be under constant supervision—knowing that Mark was going to take the time off—but he wouldn't hear anything of it.

It was good to be back home though. In my bed, in my own clothes, and with Mark right by my side. He was still treating me like I was some fragile china doll, but I cut him some slack considering I had seen how hard it had been for him. For the both of us. I didn't think that either of us were ready yet to really discuss the emotions that came with what happened.

"Comfortable?" he asked.

"Very," I replied. I patted the bed next to me. "It would be even better if you could join me."

He closed his eyes and rubbed at the back of his neck. He looked pained. "I wish I could. I have to head back to the hospital. I have to take care of a few things since I will be gone for the next couple of days."

"Mark, you don't have to take time off—"

"Stop. I'm taking the time. Not because I have too, but because I want too. I want to be here with you."

I smiled. "Okay."

"Jo and April should be here any minute to hang out with you until I can get back home."

I groaned. "Mark, I don't need babysitters. I am capable of caring for myself."

"I know. I am sure you would also like your friends as well to pass the boredom."

"Uh-huh, that's the real reason you moved their shifts all around."

His eyes narrowed at me questioningly. "How did you…"

I grinned. "I've got friends all over."

The doorbell rang and he shook his head. "I'll be right back."

A few minutes later, Mark walked back in with April and Jo. They squealed at seeing me, and despite my teasing with Mark about calling them here so he could go back to the hospital and feel comfortable, I was glad they were here. I missed them.

Mark walked over, and leaned down to place a quick kiss on my lips. "I'll be back in a couple of hours."

I kissed him again. "Ok."

"Thank you," Mark said turning towards April and Jo.

"Are you kidding? We're glad to be here," April said.

Mark took one last look at me, and then left the room. The three of us waited until we heard the front door to my apartment click before they turned back to me.

"He really is so cute with you," Jo commented.

"He's been amazing," I said.

"I want to hear everything that happened. I mean, uh, if you are comfortable sharing with us," said April.

I let out a long sigh and launched into telling them both the whole story. It's not like what happened hadn't been on my mind. Most times when I tried to sleep, I had nightmares about not making it out. Nightmares about the fire reaching me and actually burning to death. I was hoping that by talking about it with my best friends, it might help ease some of those nightmares.

"Unbelievable. You really used a scalpel to get through the vent?" asked Jo.

"Wow…." April's voice trailed off. "You are really brave, Lexie."

"I'm just glad to be alive," I admitted.

"We are too," Jo agreed.

Luckily, we moved onto happier subjects then my being trapped in the ER and having to escape a fiery death.

I turned to April. "How are you and Matthew?"

She smiled. "We're good. He's so sweet and caring. He's really good to me as well."

I beamed. "That's great."

Jo shot April a look. "But she still hasn't told him that she is a virgin and that she would like stay that way until she gets married."

My mouth fell open slightly as I looked back at April. "Why not?"

Her shoulders lifted into a shrug as her cheeks flushed. "I…I'm afraid that once he finds out that he won't want to stick around."

"April." I reached out so I could take her hand in mine. "If he really cares about you then knowing that shouldn't matter."

April bit her lip. "We thought the same thing about Jackson."

Jo's brows furrowed together. "Wait…you and Jackson aren't friends anymore? You seemed fine at the apartment."

April sighed. "No, were friends…but not like we used too. It's like now he is careful around me and what he says and does." she frowned. "It's almost like he wants to make sure he doesn't do anything in the event I follow him around like some lovesick puppy."

I studied her for a moment. "April, are you still in love with Jackson?"

"No," she answered quickly. Too quickly.

Jo snickered. "She is. You should see the way she looks at him when she thinks that no one is looking."

April glared at her, but then her shoulder sagged and her face fell. "I don't want to be. I am glad that we are still friends, but…I just have this feeling that when it comes to Jackson, I won't ever truly let go those feelings I have for him."

I reached out to give her a hug, looking over April's shoulder at Jo to give her a look that pretty much said she should join. She started to shake her head at me, but then rolled her eyes and came over to join the hug. If I didn't know any better, I saw the slight smile on her face as she did so. Jo tried to keep her tough façade—mostly because of her troubled background—but she liked the fact that she had friends—no family—that she was building here—with us.

When we pulled back, I turned to Jo. "And…how is your relationship with Alex?"

Jo couldn't even keep the smile from her lips, her whole face lighting up with happiness. "It's good. He tries to act all macho, but when we are alone together without everyone around…he let's his guard down. I totally get what you mean about being with your best friend. It's amazing."

April's face fell more, Jo flinching at realizing what she had said. It was April's words about building that connection as a friend and understanding someone so intently in and out that had finally started to make Jo see that giving Alex a shot was a smart move. Well, that and all our teasing.

"Sorry," Jo said sheepishly.

April waved her off, even though both of us could see she was still sad inside that it wasn't going to be the same for her and Jackson. "It's ok. I'm really happy for you."

Jo cleared her throat. "That brings us back to you. You and Mark."

Like Jo, I couldn't keep the smile from my face. "Were good. I'm so glad I made it out…because for a moment there, when I really thought, I was going to die, the thought of never seeing Mark again, telling him I love him…it was worse then facing a death by fire."

Both Jo and April sighed, as if I just got to their favorite part in the fairytale.

"He was a mess," April admitted.

Jo nodded in agreement. "I know Mark has a reputation of snapping at people sometimes, but I would be glad if I never had to see a Mark filled with despair and fear."

"Really?"

Both my friends nodded. "He practically bothered Derek every hour until you woke up. He wanted to make sure that your CT scans hadn't changed and demanded to know why you weren't waking up," said April.

"If your vitals even changed a fraction, he was calling every nurse and doctor within the vicinity for a full work up," added Jo.

I played with the edges of my blanket. "I hate that he had to go through that."

"The worst was hearing him try to break down the door to get to you. He didn't want to accept that you were gone. After the explosion, he looked crushed, Lexie. Crushed and heartbroken. I think everyone was shocked to have seen Mark look that way. If there was ever any doubt from anyone that that man loves you…they don't question it now," April informed.

My throat suddenly felt heavy with emotion, especially since we still hadn't talked about the weight of that day. "I love him too."

We talked and laughed for another hour before I could start to feel the fatigue coming on. April was quick to order that I should rest. I didn't want to them to go, especially because even though I was tried, I was worried about having any nightmares, but they wouldn't hear anything of it. They demanded I get some rest, and let me know they would be down the hall if I wanted them to come back. April offered to text Mark, to let him know—since he would still be a little bit longer—before they both left.

I must have dozed off, when I heard the door to the apartment open and my name being called. I sat up on the bed, surprised, because my visitor was not Mark.

"In here!" I called.

Jackson stood in the doorway. "How are you doing?"

I pushed the hair from my face, and rubbed at my cheeks and eyes. "I'm doing good. How are you?"

"Good." He looked away from me at his feet, before his eyes found mine again. "I was hoping I could talk to you. It's pretty important."

"Of course," I replied, shifting my weight so that I was fully sitting up and leaning against the headboard of the bed. "What's on your mind?"

He blew out a breath and stepped further into the room until he was standing directly next to me. "I don't even know where to start…"

He was rubbing the back of his neck, his stance shifting. If I didn't know any better, he seemed extremely nervous.

"Start with whatever is easiest," I replied.

"I have been a total and complete idiot," he said.

"With what?"

He closed his eyes. "My feelings." It took him another minute, but he finally looked up to meet my eyes, and when he did, I could see what looked like pain behind those green eyes. "When I saw that you were trapped. When I thought that you were going to die…"

I swallowed, because if he was going where I thought he was going, I wasn't sure I wanted to hear the rest. I loved Jackson…but as a friend and nothing more.

"Uh…"

"All I kept thinking about was how much of an idiot I was. How I let little things get in the way. How I let my fear get in the way. How I let another guy get in the way instead of coming to terms with how I really feel," he continued on pacing back and forth at the foot of my bed.

"Jackson, I…"

He looked at me earnestly now. "Lexie, I need to fix it. I need get my feelings off my chest. I know there's a chance the answer might not be what I want to hear. I know the other guy is a good guy and one that offers happiness when I had done nothing but caused pain. But if seeing you almost die has taught me anything, I can't let my fear stop me. I can't let that rejection stop me."

"Jackson…"

"I love…"

Mark

I had been about to call out Lexie's name, when I heard voices coming from the bedroom. Lexie's voice was easy to recognize, I would recognize that anywhere, plus she was right where I left her. I laughed to myself remembering the few times I had texted her throughout the day, getting her little snippy responses. I couldn't wait to get rid of the paperwork and rescheduling of my surgeries since I would be off for the next few days with her.

As I dropped the keys in the bowl next to side table that Lexie added to the apartment, as well hung my jacket on the hook next to the door, I instantly realized the other voice. It was Jackson Avery.

I slowed my steps as I heard the nature of their conversation. Jackson was in the middle of telling Lexie that he had feelings for someone and that he had let the fear and the fact of another guy get in the way of sharing how he truly felt.

I stopped right at the doorway, careful to not alert either of them of my presence. It didn't seem that either of them even noticed that I had come into the apartment. More importantly, I was glued to every word that came from Jackson's mouth and I wanted to hear all that he had to say.

My eyes lifted to Lexie. She looked flustered, a hint of redness flushing to her cheeks. Even sitting up in the bed, it looked as if she wanted to be anywhere else then sitting there right now. As if she was backed in some corner with no way to fight out.

I love this woman.

"I love…"

"Jackson, I…no..."

"April," he finished.

Lexie stopped dead in her tracks, her brows pinched together as she looked back up at Jackson. "What did you say?"

"I said, that I love April. What did you think I said?"

I couldn't help my snicker from escaping my lips at that moment. Both Lexie and Jackson turned in my direction and looked at me leaning against the bedroom door opening, my arms crossed against my chest.

Her eyes narrowed. "When did you get here?" she asked.

"A couple of minutes ago," I admitted. "You seemed like you were in the middle of a really important conversation and I didn't want to interrupt."

The color to Lexie's cheeks deepened even further. In that moment, I hated that Jackson was standing there, because I wanted to cross the room and take her in my arms and kiss her until I took all her remaining breath away. Probably not a good decision considering her circumstances.

"Yeah, uh, Jackson was just telling me…" she stopped and then turned back to Jackson quickly. "You're in love with April?"

He nodded. For the first time since I could recall, Jackson didn't look like the confident man he always seemed too. I understood that. Love seemed to do that too you. The person you loved held your own heart in their hands, and they had the power and capability of crushing it into ashes. That was how powerful it was.

"Yes," he conceded.

"Since…when?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. I guess, deep inside…it must've been there, I just never knew until April mentioned something."

Lexie's face turned nonplussed. "But when you found out…you ran. You told her that you didn't feel that way, and that you only wanted to stay friends," she reminded him.

Jackson rubbed at his face. "She's my best friend, Lexie. I didn't want to lose that in the event that we didn't work out. She's the only person that I could fully trust. That knows me better than I know myself. I didn't want to lose that."

"And now you're willing to take that leap?" she asked.

"Yes," he said confidently. "Mark helped me see that."

"Mark," Lexie repeated questioningly. She looked over at me. "You knew?"

I grinned. "Who do you think gave him the advice to go after her if that was what he wanted. To come and talk to you since you are her best friend."

Lexie could read it all over my face. I didn't think that Jackson would make it as enjoyable as he did, Lexie thinking that he was talking about her. I wasn't worried that she felt anything—her mannerisms told me so—but it was fun to watch her while he declared all of his feelings while talking about April.

Her curiosity won her out though. "What did you say?"

My eyes met hers and held her stare. "That if he loved her, truly loved her, he would be stupid not to take a chance. Because if she feels even an ounce of what he feels, he would be the luckiest bastard alive."

Lexie's face softened, and the emotions that had been clamped down over the last couple of days, of seeing her almost die, the stress of waiting to see if she would wake up, to then the relief when she did wake up was taking its toll on me. I wanted Jackson to get out of here right now, but I knew how hard this was for him to get off his chest. I know how much he needed Lexie to tell him that he still had a chance.

"Uh, Dr. Sloan?"

I looked up to see Jackson was striding over just as I was finishing up on the last file before handing it over to the lead head nurse.

"Dr. Avery."

"I was wondering if you had a minute."

"I'm kind of busy. Is this regarding some consult?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No. It's, um, personal."

My pen stopped writing on the paper, as I looked up at back over at him. He seemed nervous, unconfident, and torn up inside. All things I would never say about the young doctor.

Jackson had been there the entire time during Lexie's situation. I had seen how upset and distressed he had been as well. It was making me wonder if this personal matter he wanted to discuss was the fact that he was coming to tell me that he did have feelings for Lexie. If that were the case, this wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation.

"What is it, Dr. Avery?"

"I need to ask you about Lexie. About your feelings for her," he said.

I let out a sigh. "You're in love with her, aren't you?"

His head snapped back as if he was shocked to be asked that. His brows came together in confusion. "No. I mean, she's pretty and had there been a time she was interested in having fun I would have…"

His voice trailed off when he looked up and saw my face at his words. I had no reason to judge anyone having sex just to have fun, but the idea of Jackson and Lexie being together just to have 'fun,' made me nauseous and fiercely jealous at the idea.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "What does this have to do with Lexie?"

"When she was trapped behind the door, when I thought, she was going to die, and I saw the way you two were looking at each other, it made me realize what a horrible mistake I made."

My brow rose. "But this isn't about Lexie?" I probed.

"I'm in love with April," he confessed.

"Kepner?"

Jackson nodded. "I know it probably doesn't make any sense…but she has been my best friend since I can remember. She's always been there for me, and seeing what almost happened to you and Lexie made me realize what I could have lost."

"I am not understanding how I can help you."

Jackson sighed. "I'm afraid I've already lost her. She's with that Matthew guy, and she seems happy. I had a chance, and I let her go because I was too scared about losing our friendship."

I nodded in understanding. "You want to know if it's too late?"

"Is it?"

I uncrossed my arms, and put hand on his shoulder. "Jackson, it's never too late. You love her? You tell her. You fight for her. If you want to know your chances…talk with Lexie. They're best friends, and I know she has always been supportive of you and April getting together."

Jackson's face perked up. "Really?"

"I do. I don't know all of your history, but I have seen the way April looks and talks about you. I spent way too much time looking from the sidelines with Lex instead of taking action. I let too many fears and what other people might think stop me from taking that leap earlier. I regret it. I regret I could have lost it, but I am glad I didn't."

"Can…can I ask what finally made you take that leap?"

I smiled. "She told me if I let her walk out that door that she would become someone else's and if that was something I wanted."

Jackson grinned. "You didn't let her walk out that door, did you?"

"What do you think?"

"Lexie," Jackson said, pulling her attention from me back to him. "I need to know…do you think I have a chance with April if I tell her how I truly feel?"

"I do," she said honestly.

Jackson's worried expression instantly relaxed. "Really? You do? But she is with Matthew."

Lexie smiled a smile that said she was the only one in the room that knew this information that was going to come out of her mouth next. "But she loves you," she said.

There was a visible sigh of relief. "Thank you."

"Go. Go, get her." she ordered.

I walked Jackson back out of the apartment, glad that once the door shut it was just Lexie and I again. She had been down the last few days having to take things easy and rest a couple more days. Lexie Grey was not the kind of woman to just sit around and not be part of the action. Having Jackson come and tell her how he really feels for April, just lifted her spirts in the best way possible.

As I walked back into the bedroom, she looked up and smiled. She patted the bed next to her and there wasn't anything I wanted more. I stopped long enough just to take off my socks and shoes and then came to sit on the bed next to her.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm fine. Ready to go back to work."

I shook my head. "You heard Owen and Derek. They want you resting for a couple more days."

She let out an exaggerated sigh. "Just Owen and Derek?"

I grinned. "I don't take risks when it comes to your health."

"Mark, I'm not dead. I'm fine."

She swallowed, her eyelids dropping to half mast at seeing the look on my face. I felt that someone had just smacked into my gut with a wrecking ball at hearing those words, because I had almost lost her. I thought I had lost her. That entire time she was trapped, the time I had lost sight of her behind the ER door, were the worst moments of my life.

I felt her hand on my cheek, the softness of her palm against the roughness of my beard, pulling me from those hellish thoughts. Her hand worked upwards, her fingers pausing to trace my cheekbone before she continued upwards until her fingers were tracing the outline of my forehead and the side of my face. I leaned into her touch.

"Lex…"

"I know, Mark," she croaked. "I felt the same way."

My eyes looked up into hers all of my emotions worn on my sleeve. That was the saying…right? "If I ever lost you…"

She brought her other hand up so that both her hands were placed on either side of my face. She positioned her body so that she was half-sitting up and half laying down. She tugged me a little closer, that all I had to do was roll slightly and I could have her pinned underneath me.

"You won't lose me." she assured.

I shook my head slightly, because I almost had. I fear that I could lose her again. "You can't...you…"

"You. Won't. Lose. Me." She annunciated each word while she held my face tightly so that her lips were mere inches from mine.

I looked into those eyes, those eyes that were so sure she knew this. "What makes you so sure?"

She smiled; a wistful look on her expression. "Let's just say…our future looks promising."

Before I could utter another word, she kissed me and silenced anymore fears and worries I had about losing her.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed.