She found herself looking at him, heart so swollen with the moment that all the cracks in it that she had thought had vanished were visible once again. Silvered lines that ached with a sharpness that brought her close to tears.
He met her gaze, falling silent.
With a shake of her head she looked down at the bottle she held. She traced its glass rim.
Then with a deep breath she looked back at him again. As if hoping he would see in her eyes all that she felt. As if she wanted his gaze to take the burning from her skin, to ease the tremors that had begun, to take away that ache. That ever-burning ache.
“I still love you,” she said. Her heart thumped with the words.
“I never came close to stopping,” he replied.