One of the hands embracing her moved up to cradle her head close to him. The pair sat in comfortable silence as he rested his chin atop her head and breathed in her scent. She always brought with her the faint scent of clean soap and flowers wherever she went that lingered long after she was gone. If he was to let go of her after this then he wanted to commit everything to memory. The touch of her skin, the heat of her warmth, the scent of her hair, all of this and more he would have to cling to in the neverending dark when she was long gone in another's arms. The memory of this moment would have to be enough to sustain his soul which craved so ardently for hers.
Perhaps it was greed then that compelled him to hold her just a bit tighter against him. Or maybe it was just the selfless desire to comfort her. Truthfully, it was likely both though. "Stay as long as you need," he whispered his voice thick with emotion. "I'm not going anywhere."
