Before that moment I had always thought that I was fine with being all alone. But looking back, I am now convinced that I wouldn’t be able to survive without him.
I’ve grown to love him too much.
Isa stirs in his sleep and I reach down and caress his frostbitten cheek.
His soft and ashy gray down feathers flutter in the slight breeze that curls its way through our cave. The pad of my thumb rubs against his cheekbones, his feathers warm under my skin.
His freckles catch my attention and I smile, and brush my thumb against his cheek, admiring them.
They look like little stars..
They are sprinkled just right all over his flesh, dusting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, drizzled onto his shoulders, hips and arms, a soft brown in contrast to fairness of his almost porcelain skin.
A smile pulls at my lips as I remember the first time I kissed him, and how his freckles were even more luminous than the stars that littered in the sky that bitter fall night.
Pulling him closer, I position his head just right under my chin.
He puckers his lips slightly in his sleep and I am yet again reminded of the taste and feel of his lips pressed against my own.
It was just a moment of pure impulse.
After all, he looked so delicious with the soft glow of the moon shining on him, how could I resist the temptation of tasting him?
My smile cracks an inch as I remember the events following that impulse kiss.
The way he backed away and ran off immediately after, fear and tears brimming in his cloudy blue eyes.
I had felt my heart break in that moment.
The second that he fled my arms, it was as though I was feeling the frosty breeze for the first time that night.
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