And she, that night he had been about to deliver a death, had instead delivered life in his hands, trusting him with her most precious possession.
She felt a hollow pang go through her chest. Friends. Family. They looked like family together.
In another life. Maybe, if she had a next one, it would be kinder to her.
Listen well, Mon Chaton. You must never let anyone steal your "true name". Your true name is the formula that shapes your very being. In other words it is your life itself.
“The world could tilt on its axis, flamma, and I'd still be the most certain thing in your life.” A soft kiss. “You're the oxygen that feeds my flames—without you, my existence is questionable.”
And now she was a part of his lifeblood, vital to his functioning.
He never wanted to tell her, but the best thing she could have done for them and their relationship had been to leave. It had shaken him up enough to make him open his eye and realize a life with her was something he wanted, a future with her was something he craved.
