He ... something in what he said, it struck her. It was true, it was clear, it was more real than all of the phantoms that had been circling her head with what-ifs. She knew it. She believed it.
He was her Knight. Hers.
She was on her feet before she realized it, reaching for the front of his jacket. She ignored the complicated tangle of emotions in the pit of her stomach. His lips felt real.
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Date: 2011-03-04 08:47 pm (UTC)He was her Knight. Hers.
She was on her feet before she realized it, reaching for the front of his jacket. She ignored the complicated tangle of emotions in the pit of her stomach. His lips felt real.
"Promise me," she said softly. "Y-you promise?"