- Thanks to everyone who reviewed my last fic: Mels, DayDreamBeliever, maven, Ali, Norla, and Jess. You are all rockness. ::nods:: Yes, I'm still a Carby. Also a Luby. Not so confusing if you pay close attention. :)

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Could she find her way home without his hand?

Could she listen to his words without hidden tears, later when the moon sulks?

She runs faster from him than she does from pain, afraid that they're the same. So blind is she to love that she can't see it in front of her, calling her name and wondering when she'll understand. Instead, she watches herself disappear among his shadows, a hand outstretched and begging her to take him. A hand that pleads with her to follow, and still she runs.

She sheds more tears than he can count, but he catches them all. She'll never know, but he catches them in the palm of his hand and keeps them close to his heart, beneath something warmer. That's where he keeps every memory of her; locked safe inside of his soul are her tears and her laughs, when she's sad and when she isn't. He loves her, and she'll never tell herself this.

Her feet are fast, but not as fast as her heart beats. Nothing tears her away from the feeling she bears, the one that steals her smiling expression on every sunny morning. He remembers her running away from him when she looks away, her eyes so dark that he wants to cry. She shrugs a smile, and steps outside to catch a glimpse of the sun, then walks inside to wait for rain with him.

She's afraid, but there's love. He knows it as well, and that's the reason he stays. He watches her with his eyes, dark as hers. Her hand is so small in his, but he'd never lose it.

It's his favorite part of her, especially when over his heart.

He makes a thousand promises to her before she sleeps, waits for her to blow out the candle on the nightstand. Then he'll watch her for hours, until he falls to slumber.

Then she'll open her eyes, and watch him breathe ever so slowly.
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