Philip didn’t know if he had been crying too, or if it was her tears wetting him or just the snow slowly melting from their clothes and their hair, but if she was stumbling through the dark of the past years, he was with her through it for every step, wandering blindly. Wondering if they even deserved to survive.
Her mouth met his before he had any comprehension of what she was going to do, but that didn’t matter – this didn’t need to make sense. He wasn’t sure if it was a distraction from the pain, or an expression of it, but he didn’t want to let her go now, was afraid for the moment to end. So he kissed her back with the same hunger or fierce conviction, clasping the back of her neck with one hand and curling the other better around her waist beneath her still-damp cloak, gasping for breath and kissing her again.
Her mouth met his before he had any comprehension of what she was going to do, but that didn’t matter – this didn’t need to make sense. He wasn’t sure if it was a distraction from the pain, or an expression of it, but he didn’t want to let her go now, was afraid for the moment to end. So he kissed her back with the same hunger or fierce conviction, clasping the back of her neck with one hand and curling the other better around her waist beneath her still-damp cloak, gasping for breath and kissing her again.
