Wapun Meadow iii. [m] sunglow and wildflower petals

He kissed her.

He kissed her, and his touch sent fire through her heart — and yet, he was more gentle than any of the lost boys had been. He treated her like a wildflower, like someone who might break if he held her too hard —

She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so… so…

So much value. So much like a woman who might actually break, if she let all her guards finally fall away.

He would leave her. He would leave, and she would, too. It was the way things worked. They always left you in the end. That’s why you made yourself the first to leave.

But instead she fell deeper in his warmth, and his flame was like candlelight in lanterns in the countryside. Radiant, as the world fell to shadows. A beacon leading home.

He did not leave her, and neither did she.

The feeling of candlelight; the hearth glow of home.

fading to black!! <3 thank you again for such a lovely thread!