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September 5, 2012
'Do you love me?'

That was painful. He did love her, and he thought that he showed it with every action. For her to question it made it seem as if he was failing.

Rain dripping off his hands, he walked over to her and pulled her close. She smelt of the summer, of the fresh rain, of some wonderful memory, only half discovered.

'You are such stuff as dreams are made of.'
 
He pulled away and ran a hand through his hair. She smiled without any enthusiasm and walked ahead of him, letting the rain cool her thoughts.