[There is something in Justine's gaze, a shining light of hope and affection that was reserved for the man that she'd been searching for. As if he'd carved a place in he heart and kept that place, no matter the distance or time between them.
Her affection is complicated, not something she'd describe as love, not even a feeling that she wants to say out loud but it's strong and stead fast in it's resolve. In a strange way it's unlike any other feeling in the world, perhaps, because it belongs to one person and no one else.
I am yours and you are mine. As much as we can give.
Justine reaches forward, her fingers brushing lightly over the back of his hand. Static thrills into her fingertips and she feels herself being draw in by him. It's comforting, familiar and she wants it.]
Then please let me help you.
[Her words are soft and while she doesn't know their source, it feels right.]
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Her affection is complicated, not something she'd describe as love, not even a feeling that she wants to say out loud but it's strong and stead fast in it's resolve. In a strange way it's unlike any other feeling in the world, perhaps, because it belongs to one person and no one else.
I am yours and you are mine. As much as we can give.
Justine reaches forward, her fingers brushing lightly over the back of his hand. Static thrills into her fingertips and she feels herself being draw in by him. It's comforting, familiar and she wants it.]
Then please let me help you.
[Her words are soft and while she doesn't know their source, it feels right.]