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As they stared at each other, Robert could not help but blank out on everything he was thinking about previously. The bed situation didn’t matter. The mice could crawl all over him for all he cared at that moment. Breakfast could wait until forever, long past after he was gone. All he could think about as he watched the woman that he had got to know and now, yes, love, all he could think about was her. Her spark, her humor, her eyes, all the times she cried, and how he wished he could dry every single one she ever shed, and to keep them from coming in the future and tarnishing the face he would watch at night to make sure she would stay safe.
He watched, as if from a distantance, as she crossed the room. Time again played tricks on him, moving so fast yet so tortuously slow. Sometimes reality can be so merciless. He was still as she leaned down, and he felt a pair of lips brushed his own. Whatever distance he had felt suddenly vanished, and he was there, sitting in the chair and feeling the warmth spread from his mouth and to the rest of his body, all centered around the thudding thing in his chest. It was there but for a mere second, and it was gone, and he felt cold despite it still being summer.
She was halfway across the room when it came to him that he could stand and walk, and she was at the doorframe when he grabbed her hand. His cream paw was a light hold, but it was sure, needy, wanting. He said nothing as he turned to face her, and leaned in himself and kissed her back. It was gentle, soft as the words they would speak to each other. But, he did not break away, wanting to keep the feeling that spread through him as long as he could. He never wanted the moment to end.
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