Daphne half-closes her eyes, and I do the same... and then, her lips softly touch mine.
A quick, fleeting kiss—a soft smack of our lips that echoes in the nighttime silence of that desolate place.
A sudden warmth flares up in my chest, spreading through every cell of my body, yet at the same time, my hands—resting on hers—tremble as if I were freezing in the Arctic. It's all so strange: the pain of being abandoned by Ayra, and yet, the happiness of finding someone like Daphne—a woman who's even willing to give up her own famiglio just to take care of me, to make sure I'm never alone. After all, she never has been, and I'm sure she never will be.
