Sweet Kiss

I watch her cry, silver rivulets of tears falling down her cheeks. I was shocked by the pleading look in her eyes and tone in her voice as she said something I hadn’t even hoped to hear her say.

“Please Melan I beg you…Take me to Brigadoon! I want to go okay?”

I heard her small gasp as she realized that I, too, was weeping. Both in joy for her wishing and /willing/ to do that of witch I had so wanted but had no right to ask her to do. I was weeping in sorrow as well, at the thought of having to leave my dear, sweet Marin.

“Marin…” I whispered watching her tears and feeling my own, “I don’t want to leave you either. I /don’t./ It’s just that-”

“I love you Melan,” she interrupted me and my resolve to let her go started to crack. I shouldn’t look in her green eyes, I need to let her live out her life with out the many threats to her that would surely be in Brigadoon. But I couldn’t look away and my heart twisted in guilt. Then my resolve broke and fell as she continued, “And I always will!”

“Marin…” I choked feeling a pain deep with in me, unlike anything I ever felt, “the feeling in my hart is to painful to painful to endure…”

More tears fell for us both, and my Marin leaned forward her arms stretching out to me. The last of my will power died in an instant and I too leaded forward. I carefully crossed my sword and gun behind her lithe body and my lips met hers gently. She was so soft and warm to me. So vary, very fragile, yet so strong.

I wrapped my appendages around my love and pulled her to me cautiously, so not to break the kiss. This kiss that was so sweet.

Marin… my dear Marin, do you have any idea what you’re doing? I can’t leave you now…

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