He lets her kiss him; kisses her back, and looks at her face from under half-lidded eyes. He can feel his heartbeat like his skin resonates with it, like he's nothing but this mockery of life. For the first time, it doesn't seem to matter. It feels too good to care.

He doesn't know what to say. So he just turns his head, and rests his cheek on her shoulder, blinking at nothing. He can smell her from here. Still feel her.