Lydia and Ivan were still kissing. Their lips were desperate, hungry, like they had been waiting their entire lives for this single moment. Tears ran from both their eyes, sliding down their cheeks, mingling with the taste of their kiss. They held each other as though the world might tear them apart again if they let go even for a second.
When they finally pulled away to breathe, their lips were swollen and red, their chests rising and falling quickly. Their eyes locked, refusing to look anywhere else. In those eyes, there was nothing but love, longing, and the quiet fear of losing one another. It was as if every wound, every memory, every silence between them was held in that gaze.
