He wears a dark suit and a tophat, and he scintillates in the moonlight. She isn't sure this isn't a dream, but she definitely doesn't care. He carries a single rose between his fingertips. His eyes are strictly on her; the world around them doesn't exist.
She can barely breathe, but she smiles and the action sustains her. It reassures her that she is alive, and she can -- and will -- enjoy this.
"Where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere."
He chuckles. "I can do that."
He leans in, kisses her. And she melts. She could be anywhere. Right there in his arms, she could be anywhere, and it wouldn't matter.
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