She’d been alone for so long she’d forgotten what it meant to be two. She clasped his hand and trembled.
He tilted her face to his, traced the lines of her life with his finger and pressed his lips to hers. This simple gesture unlocked inhibitions and allowed her rusty self-confidence to begin to flourish.
(55 Words)
Written for Lisa McCourt Hollar’s 55 Word Challenge,
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The Last Krystallos 