Annie: She steps up onto my feet – a deliberate, welcome intrusion. She folds her arms around my neck, with mine around her waist, and we are nose to nose, breath matching breath. She presses herself against me – head to toe – forcing her essence into me as I drink her in. I drop a hand to the angular point of her hip and wrap the other around the arched small of her back, squeezing her hard. I breathe her in and time stops, as I try my best to never let her go.
She pulls away, as I watch, and die.