Duck Lake [m] Let it go, paint my body gold

He didn't leave. He didn't hate her. All he did was say wow and continue to kiss her. She calmed slowly under his affection, found the courage to return it, but the fear did not leave her. It only turned tame and placid for a moment, soothed but not gone.
Reverie blinked the last of her tears away and allowed Lestan to guide her back to the moment. It felt different now; colder, crowded. The world loomed large and unforgiving around them. But Lestan was here. Lestan wanted her. Not every moment can be beautiful, but there was an enduring sort of beauty to the simple act of choosing one another. Not forever, maybe not even until tomorrow (who knew if Lestan would grow tired of her now?) but right now, in this moment. If this was all he ever gave her, she would treasure it, and guard the memory closely.
In his embrace, briefly before the end, she'd felt lighter than ever; spun from the breeze and swept away just as quickly. She could never forget that.
I think... that must be what flying feels like, Her voice was soft and a little breathless still; it was all she could think to say. She wanted to ask if he would still look at her the same way, like she was something beautiful, but then she realized — well, he was. So she only kissed him again.