faith in self
Fire bursts behind his eyes, a red, heated blossom. (Not shadow, but light that brings shadow. He can feel her inside him, a bright flash of saltraintouchmoansmilemyannie and) It is like death, like birth, fire ash and rain burning inside him.
She is breathing, she is crying, he can smellfeelis the blood filling her heart, pulsing with this beat, again, hot and rushing. He is lightheaded, and flushed, and filled with fire; he can smell her, he can taste her, she is his and she is coming to him.
She is his. (Feel her.) She is coming.