shine on evening skyfire

Her words hit him like a slap in the face and like a sweet caress at the same time, like a wave crashing over him and drowning him softly, like the enormous power and beauty of a thunderstorm on the open plains. He was lost in the hugeness of that moment, the vacuum left behind by three simple words. The intensity in her eyes pulled him in and held him there, the hammering of his heart in his chest and the roaring of his blood in his ears the only things he could hear aside from her soft voice for several moments.

He blinked. She loved him. Holy hell, she loved him.

"God," he sighed after a moment, his heart swelling to the point that he thought it might burst out of his chest right then and there. His voice was hushed and his words quivered as he went on, "Jules…I love you too. So damn much. I always have."