Mel squeezes his hand in hers, and in the process covers his fingers in fat and syrup.
And vaery gently, very slowly, she does what Arithon decribed as putting a window in those walls, letting Mike in. Letting him see how sacred she is, how painful it is to have the Phoenix living in her, how marvellous and awesome it all is. And how much she loves him. That's stronger than anything. Her intense love for him, how it fills her, floods her emotions. And maybe, just maybe, strong enough to quench the flames.
Oh god, she loves him, and she needs him in this. Rachel was right: he's the one that's going to keep her alive.
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Mel squeezes his hand in hers, and in the process covers his fingers in fat and syrup.
And vaery gently, very slowly, she does what Arithon decribed as putting a window in those walls, letting Mike in. Letting him see how sacred she is, how painful it is to have the Phoenix living in her, how marvellous and awesome it all is. And how much she loves him. That's stronger than anything. Her intense love for him, how it fills her, floods her emotions. And maybe, just maybe, strong enough to quench the flames.
Oh god, she loves him, and she needs him in this. Rachel was right: he's the one that's going to keep her alive.