Newlyweds
After the confession, they both stared into each other's eyes lovingly.
The long neglected emotion brewed strongly in their heart.
Slowly, their heads leaned forward.
And softly, their lips pressed together.
The passion behind their kiss was centuries in the making.
Their arms gripped each other tightly as their lips confessed their love.
Their tongues twisting and dancing around each other, a romantic entanglement of an ancient practice.
Love. A very strong emotion.
It was the one thing missing from their, boring lives, and now they had completed each other.
But the prospect of Zafira’s death tortured Kelvin’s
mind.
Like a goldsmith hitting on a hot steel, it hammered on his heart.
He would soon be miserable and alone again.
He did not think he could deal with it, not this time.
Even thinking about it was making him feel like s--t.
She broke the kiss and leaned her forehead against his. “Don’t be sad.” she said in a low tone.