He was the king to whom he had willingly submitted.
Hannah gazed steadily into his eyes, where the night sky should have hidden, but now the night had dispersed, leaving only her alone.
The train traveled deeper into the sea of flowers; a wind arose in the distance, carrying petals aloft into the sky, drifting towards the treetops, towards the bright sunlight, and towards the heart of the lover.
"Hannah, don't leave me behind again."
Even if it was just for a fleeting moment, it felt to him like being imprisoned in the depths of the ocean, his held breath filled with searing pain.
Hannah nodded and said, "Alright."
She smiled, reached out her hand to hook around Arnold Simmons's neck, and he willingly bent down.
Hannah lifted her head and kissed his lips.
Under the night sky, the moonlight poured down, casting their silhouettes on the grass as fireflies came from afar, like spirits dancing in the night.
They would not be parted.
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