Seaside Moors around your soft neck

Rosalyn smiled, but she knew at a place she could not explain... this was to be her last.  It was too quick, and too late.  Like dying embers, stoked to their final glow before disappearing in the wind.

He told me it was his only wish, and yet he was so unsure when I asked. she said, with humor at the memory.  It had been a sight to see.  She hadn't expected anything to rock him off kilter.  There was nothing unsure after.  This was said with a low chuckle, pressing closer to her wife.  There was a great deal of comfort, even after all these years, in being able to joke about such things so freely.