“I hate it when you make sense,” she grumbled, half-heartedly. She couldn’t stop touching him, fingertips stroking his face, sliding her hands down his shoulders, running fingers through his hair. She was afraid if she stopped he would turn out to have been a dream after all. Staring at him, eyes roaming his beloved face, she said, choked, “I will never leave you again.”
“It doesn’t happen a lot, so I’m going to take advantage of it while I can,” he laughed softly, unable to tear his eyes away from her face, drinking in the beauty that was his beloved Summer, when in her absence, he’d had only his memories of her to reflect upon. “I won’t let you. You have no idea…I felt like part of me had come with you, I felt so empty and lost…”
“I was so alone,” she whispered back, stroking his face. She ran her thumb over his mouth. “I thought there would be people here who wanted me, but my sister left, I never see my mother or my father — I have no friends here. I never stopped thinking about you. About everyone.
“But especially you. Say you still love me.”