Only moments ago (or was it hours ago - time truly was a strange thing at such a moment) had found the sensation of his lips on her's surprising, but now it was their very absence that seemed jarring. His arms still wrapped around her, holding her their, their breaths coming in quick puffs, hearts racing. She clung to him, unsure what to think, what to feel, now that she had to face the inevitable end.

Looking up at Lester's face her eyes sought answers, meeting his, watching him blink, eyelashes fluttering down onto his cheeks for a moment. She wanted to say something, but words couldn't form. She ought to joke, to brush this off, to scold, to apologize. But she really didn't want to end this tender truce between them. Every echoed word that ran through her mind felt like it would do just that, send a crack through their truce, and yet....

"Was it worth remembering?" Sisse asked, realizing with horror that her voice trembled with nerves, her hands, her whole body seemed to still as she waited for his answer.