Duck Lake No one dies from love; guess I'll be the first

You can't lose me; she wondered if he could see it, the moment her heart drew up tight in her chest and her lungs seemed to freeze. It felt like a promise, one she'd always wanted to hear from someone — anyone! But it was Lestan's lips it fell from, Lestan who wanted her. She wanted to cry, bafflingly. She wanted him to say it again.
But he went on and she realized that somewhere along the way, she'd lost sight of the reasons she wanted Lestan. It had all happened so quickly. She'd felt safe with him; she'd felt understood by him. Now she felt neither of those things. Now she only wanted him — blindly, desperately — and that thoughtless want had led them here. Those first reasons still existed, lying forgotten in the snow. Reverie gathered them up now and held them closely, and told herself to trust Lestan. It was all she could do.
She embraced him softly, and buried her face in the warm place where his neck and shoulder met. I'm sorry, She said, a little muffled by his fur. Maybe - I've been overthinking it all. Like I always do. I thought that maybe you wouldn't want me anymore, after we - She held tighter to him, then, and couldn't finish.