I kissed him until I couldn't breathe, and then I kissed him a little more, until I had to pull back, gasping.
"I have to die more often," he said. And he grinned, that incredible blaze of a grin that made me kiss him again.
When we finally pulled apart, he brushed his palm over my still-damp cheeks.
"Your parents are okay, Maya," he murmured. "They've just left. The whole town left."
"I know. That's not…" I stepped back, out of his arms, and looked over at the fallen tree. "I came out here and I saw that, and I remembered us…You…"
He looked startled and…something else I couldn't quite put my finger on, but definitely startled, like he hadn't ever thought I'd be crying over him.
"I have to die more often," he said. And he grinned, that incredible blaze of a grin that made me kiss him again.
When we finally pulled apart, he brushed his palm over my still-damp cheeks.
"Your parents are okay, Maya," he murmured. "They've just left. The whole town left."
"I know. That's not…" I stepped back, out of his arms, and looked over at the fallen tree. "I came out here and I saw that, and I remembered us…You…"
He looked startled and…something else I couldn't quite put my finger on, but definitely startled, like he hadn't ever thought I'd be crying over him.
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