[He shuts his eyes and leans into the kiss, perhaps with more intensity than he's aware of. It feels like it has been far, far too long, an eternity, and he is loathe to move, to do anything but be here in her presence.
I never want to be alone, he'd said once, before he'd even lost her, before he even had an inkling of what loneliness was. Loneliness was not pain. It was not sadness. It was letting all of those emotions fade because there was no one to share them with, letting everything his heart felt fade until he was empty.
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I never want to be alone, he'd said once, before he'd even lost her, before he even had an inkling of what loneliness was. Loneliness was not pain. It was not sadness. It was letting all of those emotions fade because there was no one to share them with, letting everything his heart felt fade until he was empty.
He is not himself without her.]