Desperate Confession

His mouth found her cheeks first, drinking in the tears before they could fall.

The warm salt dampened his lips, thawing the cold that always seemed to cling to him.

These tears... Are they really for me?

Each time he had jolted awake from the nightmare of losing her, pain had wrapped around his ribs like iron bands. Now, drop by drop, her tears washed that darkness away.

Through a shimmering veil