She waited for ten years, hoped for ten years, endured for ten years.
Finally, she found him again, and finally, could have him once more.
Even if it was only a brief ten seconds, or a few minutes.
But it was enough. To her now, this was already a luxury, wasn't it?
So, she stopped struggling, allowing his breath to engulf her, his scent to wrap around her, his strength to fiercely constrain her.
She loved this feeling to death, as if she was no longer a solitary individual without support, like a little grass battered by the wind and frost, finally finding its big tree; like a person drifting at sea, finally finding a piece of floating wood, just wanting to hold on tightly, not even for a second letting go.
The heat of his breath sprayed on her face. After a long time, feeling her breath becoming uneven, he reluctantly let her go.
