In Another Life (Edward x MC)
Pairing: Edward x MC
Words: 5700
Summary: After saying goodbye to Edward, MC comes back to the future, to her times. She doesn’t expect the surprise that awaits her back home...
Warnings: Just a bit of angst
She always knew that one day she will have to come back.
Always knew that at some point she will have to say goodbye, goodbye to the crew, goodbye to the sea, goodbye to the pirate life she grew so fond of for the last months, goodbye to her adventure, the one that found her so unexpectedly, goodbye to another life, another time...
Goodbye to him.
When Aria first came here, that's all she wanted. Grab the compass, wrench it from Edward's hands, open it, and hope that it will once again start to glow, that it will once again open the portal and she will come back, to her life, to her city, to her place.
But it never happened.
The compass refused to cooperate, refused to make the solution so simple, when after dozens of tries she finally had to understand that it will take more than just a flick of her wrist to go back home. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months and soon Aria managed to forget why did she even want to go back home so badly in the first place. Because, suddenly, unexpectedly, shockingly she managed to find her home, new home – right here. Among pirates, among thieves, among outcasts.
Among him.
He was the most surprising thing that happened to her, something that she didn't expect at all, when this charming pirate with dark past decided to storm into her life like that, with his smile, with this look of his eyes, whenever he was looking at her. And soon, before she even realized it, she was falling for him.
Hard, fast.
When she buried the compass in the cave, her heart was beating hard in her chest, when Aria was hoping that she will never ever have to hold this cursed thing in her hands. Even though she knew the way to come back home, even though she could do that, any time, she came to peace with the fact that maybe she was meant to stay here, maybe the past was meant to be her future and maybe, just maybe, she could stay with him.
But the odds decided to not be in her favor.
From admiral capturing them, through Edward being tortured they were now refugees, fighting for their lives, hunted by the most stubborn and persistent man on the seas, the sound of cannons the only noise in this peaceful night when their ship was approaching them, faster and faster, only delaying the inevitable for Poseidon's Revenge.
Which for her meant the only thing – she had to go home.
“No!” Aria's voice pitched through the silent night when with all of her force she swatted Edward's hand away, furiously shaking her head. “No!”
“Miss Donovan, please...”
“No way in hell!” Another swat of her hand when she took a step back, only increasing the distance between them.
"Please, be reasonable..."
"Maybe I don't wanna be! Maybe I wanna stay here!" She knew she sounded like a stubborn child, she knew it may sound weak and pathetic, but at this point, she didn't care.
“Miss Donovan...”
“I don't wanna go back! And I won't!”
“You have to! There's nothing for you in this world! Nothing but pain and misery and I... I...” Edward took a deep breath before taking a step closer to her. “I can't stand you being hurt.”
“Well too bad, because the same goes for you.” Aria crossed arms on her chest and raised an eyebrow, shooting him a glance that was nothing else but a challenge.
Edward sighed and took a step closer to her.
“Aria... Please, just listen to me...”
Her head lifted immediately, surprised, and shocked at the sound of her name on his lips. He never used her name. Never. She blinked, once twice, when Edward took a step closer towards her, gently grabbing her hand and placing the compass in one of her palms.
„Aria...”
„No, Edward...”
„Aria...”
„No!” She freed her self from his grip, wrenching her hand away and taking a step back. „No!”
„Aria...” His voice was soft now when he took a step closer to her. „You still have a life, out there, in a different world, at different times."
„My whole life is here, with you. Do you really can't see it?” She reached out to him, placing her hand on his cheek and her lower lip trembled when she tried so hard to resist the tears, which started to threaten of falling.
„Aria...”
„I can't live without you, Edward. I can't. I won't!”
„But I couldn't live with myself knowing that I sent you to death!” He exclaimed, grabbing her face in his hands, with such a force that made her took a step back. „Aria... This ship, my ship... Will sink. There's nothing we can do to stop this. And once we find ourselves in water, admiral's men will fish us out, one by one. They're gonna capture us, throw us into dungeons, torture, or even... even worse..."
„Edward...”
„What you saw before... When we were their prisoners... It was nothing. Nothing compared to things those men are capable of doing. And I can't... I can't lose you like that, Aria." His gaze softened just so slightly when he brushed away hair sticking to her face. „I wanna know that you're safe. I wanna know that you came back to your times, that you have a life you always deserved. I wanna know that you came back to your family, your friends... And when they will hurt me, when they will try to squeeze out the rest of strength, I will survive all of this, because I will know that you are there, somewhere. Safe, alive..." He cocked his head to the side, his lips twitching slightly, almost like Edward was trying to resist a smile. „Maybe even finding a little happiness one day..."
„No, not without you...”
"You have to try." His brows furrowed in pain when he slowly moved his gaze across her face. "You were never meant to be the part of this world, you have to go back. You have to save yourself because I can't keep you safe anymore. No matter how much I want to."
“But...”
“Do this, Aria. Do this for me.” He pressed the compass into her hand once again and gently closed her fingers around it.
The girl took a ragged breath, her mouth opening and then closing when she could feel the first tears streaming down her face, once they started, unable to stop.
„I don't wanna go." She sobbed, choking on her tears, her head shaking furiously.
„I know... I know...” Edward's brows furrowed when he grabbed her face, a pure pain in his eyes when he swept his gaze across her, his thumbs gently brushing away tears from her cheeks. „I don't want you to go either...”
„So let me stay!” She reached out to him, desperately clutching his jacket, holding onto it as a drowning person holds onto dear life. „Please, Edward!"
But he shook his head, again and again, unable to even say that out loud, unable to reject her for another time, not having enough strength to say 'no' when all his heart wanted was to grab her into his arms and say 'yes'.
But was his selfishness enough to risk her life? Was he that egoistic to send her to death, just because he couldn't let her go?
He has made many mistakes in his life, done many things he wished he could change, haunted by regrets every single day of his life. He learned how to live with that, learned how to mute this silent voice in his head, reminding him about his past, about his faults. A long time ago he promised himself that he will be a different man, that he will never make the same mistakes, never be vulnerable again.
Yet he did.
Because he fell for her.
Another weakness he had in his life, someone that could be used to hurt him, just like admiral planned on doing not so long ago. And that's when he understood that she wasn't safe by his side and never would be. So he had to make the hardest decision in his life.
He had to let her go.
No matter how much he wanted to keep her.
“Aria...”
„I can't do this without you...” She shook her head, her fingers clenching around his shoulders with desperation.
„You can and you will. You are a strong one, Miss Donovan. You can survive anything that life throws your way. So you will survive this. I know you will.” He reached out to her, putting her hair behind her ear, his gaze looking for her eyes, making her to finally look at him.
"How?" Her voice was silent when all of the strength she had suddenly vanished, her hands falling, powerlessly, her tormented gaze locked on the man standing in front of her. "How?"
He wanted to answer her, he truly wanted to have a ready solution, to tell her how to move on, ensure her that with time the pain will pass, that every day will be easier and easier until at some point she will wake up and forget. Yet those would be lies. Empty words, meant for comfort, yet bringing none.
„Promise me that you will move on.” He stepped closer to her, his own palms now holding onto her hands with such force that made her breathless. „Promise me, Aria.”
She shook her head, her mouth opening, wanting to protest again, wanting to shout yet another 'no' right into his face. But when he saw his face, the way he was looking at her, the intensity of his gaze almost piercing through her, she knew, that she could never say 'no' to him. Never could, never would be.
Because how could she? How could she take away the last remnants of hope from the man who was looking at her like that? How could she rip out his heart by fighting him, when his eyes were filled with such longing, such adoration? How could she part with him with such anger, when it was meant to be their final goodbye?
„I promise.” She whispered finally.
Edward smiled weakly, those two words suddenly giving him new strength, the assurance that no matter what happens today, no matter what happens to him – at least she will be safe and sound.
The ship creaked suddenly, the deck trembling under their feet when another cannonball reached them, blowing yet another hole in already broken Revenge.
„We must part here.”
Aria shook her head, but it was just the last weak protest she managed to show, knowing that there was no coming back, that this was the final moment.
„I will never forget you, Edward." She whispered, raising her teary eyes to look at him.
„And I will never forget you." He confessed, gently caressing the skin on her cheek. „Not once in my life have I met such an amazing person as you, Miss Donovan. I could never forget you, no matter how much I'd try."
She smiled, it was rather a weak imitation of a smile, when corners of her lips barely raised, in something that didn't even reach her eyes at all. But it was enough for him.
They were standing like that, still holding hands, fingers laced together, when both of them knew they have to end this, they have to part, yet none of them wanting to be the first one to say goodbye, none of them wanting to be the first person to take a step back when all they wanted was to hold onto each other as long as possible.
„Aria...” Edward's voice was quieter than a whisper, when he spoke her name, almost like a prayer.
The girl looked up at him once again and as soon as she met Edward's eyes she took a ragged breath, suddenly forgetting how to breathe. Because his eyes were a deep well full of emotions, those he never showed to anyone and yet those he couldn't contain anymore. Sadness mixing with adoration, regret finding a place alongside longing and this softness, this unspoken emotion when from just his one gaze Aria could feel her chest filling with something warm, something that suddenly almost froze the world around them.
„Aria..." He repeated, placing his hand on her cheek for the hundredth time, almost like he couldn't have enough of touching her, his fingers tracing the outline of her jaw, slowly, gently, learning her shape when he wanted to memorize every single detail of her face. „Aria..." And again, his thumb now moving across her nose, tracing the shape of her eyes, when Edward followed the movement of his hand, the intensity of his gaze making girl breathless, his eyes almost piercing through her when he refused to look away, even if for just a second. „Aria...” He found her lips, his thumb gently, oh, so gently moving across her lower lip and she shivered, from this single touch, goosebumps appearing on her skin when with anticipation she was waiting for more. „My Aria...” He whispered before leaning down and capturing her lips in a kiss.
He took his time, refusing to rush, his mouth slowly moving against Aria's lips when she immediately answered his kiss. It was a lazy one, kind of a kiss two lovers share in the morning, laying together in bed, limbs wrapped around each other, foreheads touching and exchanging kiss after kiss, knowing that they have all the time in the world for that. Slow, gentle, sweet when he gently captured her face in his hands, almost like she was a porcelain doll that could shatter under his touch, a treasure too fragile to hold onto it for too long. He could feel her hands moving across his shoulders, to wrap around his neck and soon her fingers were in his hair, scraping the base of his neck, making him sigh into her mouth with delight.
And then his kiss changed.
It grew more urgent, more hungry, more desperate when it finally hit him that it was the last time that he was kissing her, the last time he was holding her in his arms, the last time he could breathe in her scent, feel her body right next to his, last time when he could claim her his... He let go of her face, his hand tangling into her long hair, the other finding her waist, when he pulled her closer to his body, his lips crashing against hers in a hard kiss. Aria gasped and then moaned under the force of his kiss, her hands tangling into his head when she pulled, not strong enough to hurt him, yet with enough force to make him groan with content into her mouth. Their lips met again and again and again, each kiss growing more urgent, more hungry, more desperate, almost like they were trying to make up for all of those wasted times they wanted to kiss and never could. If it's possible, Edward pulled her even closer towards his body, arms closing around her tighter, almost like he was afraid that if he will release the grip, she will disappear. They were a mess, a mess of hungry kisses, hands caressing each other's body, learning, trying, tasting, a mess of bodies pressed together, limbs tangled with each other, a mess of heavy breaths and silent moans escaping their mouths between the kisses. It was madness, they both knew that. It was crazy that they were here, in the middle of the sinking ship, wrapped into each other's embraces like lovers; it was madness that instead of stopping this, they were still going on, unable to stop, still unsatisfied, still hungry for more, yet still unable to satisfy that craving.
And then they parted, breathing heavily, lips swollen from their kisses, faces wet from tears and hands, too willing to hold onto each other, their bodies too close to resist yet another embrace, two hearts shattering into pieces at the thought what was about to come.
„I love you, Aria.” Edward smiled to her, his longing gaze moving across her face.
She smiled, her fingers gently moving through his hair, every movement filled with tenderness, when her fingers tangled between his strands, refusing to let go.
“And I love you, Edward.” She confessed, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
And then it was time.
One last kiss pressed to her forehead, one last longing look of his eyes, one last glance to memorize her face, one last brush of fingers against each other when he finally, reluctantly, let go of her, the lack of his warmth around her almost painful when Aria reached out to him, one last time, in one last weak effort from sealing her fate.
She could already feel the warmth of the compass in her hand, she could already hear its silent humming, audible only for her ears, she could already see the light starting to grow stronger and stronger, the magical object just waiting for her to open it, welcoming her, asking her to make this one gesture and go back home, fixing the one mistake that was made when she appeared here for the first time.
But was it really a mistake?
Without looking down, she covered the compass with her other hand and looked into Edward's eyes, his figure standing motionless a few steps away from her.
It stopped being a mistake a long time ago.
Edward met her gaze and nodded. Aria took a deep breath and in one swift motion opened the compass. The ball of blinding light burst out of it and quickly formed in front of their eyes in the big portal, it's edges moving softly, almost welcoming, just asking Aria to come closer and step inside. She gulped, turning around and took a step closer and then another and another. Her hands were trembling, more tears falling from her eyes when she finally stepped inside it, the portal humming, almost with content at her presence, its edges suddenly starting to swirl, faster and faster and faster.
Aria turned around and looked up, Edward's silhouette already fading away, when she was being pulled into the time vortex, her times calling her.
And at that moment she suddenly remembered, the first time she ever saw Edward's face, the first time their worlds infiltrated each other, the first time she heard his voice, calling out to her, asking her to find him. She swallowed hard, before raising her head once again, her watery eyes finding his blurred face for one more time.
„Come and find me.” She asked.
Aria closed her eyes, the light around her brighter and brighter, until the portal swallowed her whole, the blinding light disappearing.
And just like that.
She was gone.
~ ~ ~
“Miss Donovan, can you tell me what happened?”
Aria looked down, at the cup of tea held in her hands, the dark liquid perfectly reflecting her tired face, when she kept on looking at it, barely resisting the urge to snort, wondering what kind of answer could she give.
Because yes, she could tell him what happened.
She could tell about the movie set, about the compass, about the portal and time vortex. She could tell how she was transferred into the past, thrown into a completely different time and world. She could tell how she became a pirate, how she found friends and family in the most unexpected place, she could confess how she had found love, a man, so different from all the men she had ever known, a man who stole her heart, just like he was stealing treasures. She could tell the whole story, sharing every single detail, giving dates, places, people, trying so hard to make them believe that she was telling the truth. They would probably think that she was lunatic, or that she was through something so traumatic that made her brain came up with a crazy story like that. Best case? They would send her to a hospital for a few more tests to run. Worst case? Months spent on long pointless sessions with a therapist, trying to convince her that what had happened wasn't true.
So lie then?
Tell them that she had to run away, that when life became overwhelming, she needed to disappear and find a little time and space for herself? Lie about having the urge so hard to pretend nothing and no one existed, she decided to ignore everyone in her life? Would they even buy it?
„Miss Donovan?”
She blinked, coming back to reality and looked up at the police officer sitting in front of her, his worried gaze moving across her face when he was patiently, yet nervously waiting for her answer.
“I... I don't... I don't remember.” She whispered finally.
“You don't remember?” He repeated.
Aria shook her head furiously before sighing and looking down into her cup of tea, yet again.
“I was at the movie set, we were shooting a fight scene...” She started, deciding that saying something, anything, was still better than complete silence. “And then...” She shrugged.
“Then nothing?”
“Nothing. I remember waking up at the same movie set and that's pretty much it?”
"That's when the crew has found you, Miss." The policeman sighed, moving a hand across his hair. "Do you suspect anyone? Anything? Someone taking you? Drugging you? Any people, places?"
Aria frowned, flinching just so slightly when her brain once again remembered a familiar face of a handsome pirate. A memory she could never share with anyone. She shook her head, yet again, her fingers clenching around the cup she was still holding.
"The doctors said that the memory may come back, with time." She confessed. "But for now..." Another shrug, when she still refused to look into man's eyes, wanting to just leave this place, wanting to come back home and once again drown in her sorrows, in her despair, the one that was part of her life since she had come back.
“Listen to me, Miss.” The policeman leaned down towards her, looking at her with his intense, yet warm and friendly eyes. “If something happened, someone... Someone hurt you... We can help you.”
“No, no one hurt me.” Aria shook her head.
"How can you be so sure? You don't remember. They could drug you..."
"I just..." Aria shook her head again, before sighing. "I just know that? I mean, the doctors didn't find any signs of violence, just a few scratches, and bruises, nothing out of ordinary."
“Fair enough.” He sighed. “So I think we're done here. We just need all of this on paper. Your statement, what you remember, what you can't remember... Once we finish you'll be free to go home. Can you do this for me?”
Aria nodded and the officer clearly relaxed.
“Perfect. I will ask my friend to take care of you. He will take all your statements and you'll be able to go back home.”
Aria just nodded, too numb to do anything else, but apparently, it was enough, because, with a content huff, police officer nodded and straightened.
„Everything will be fine." He ensured once again, before leaving the room and shutting the door behind his back.
“I doubt that...” Aria murmured under her breath, sighing heavily and hiding her face into her hands.
Nothing was fine and nothing will be.
The last few days were a nightmare, a pure torment when she was taken from one doctor to another, all of them checking her vitals, taking blood, again and again, shooting her skeptical glances, when she kept on telling them the same story of not remembering anything. Thousands of questions about her whereabouts, ones she couldn't give any answers to. And finally her home, the familiar bedroom, the same bed as thousands of nights before, the same four walls in soothing lilac color, the same nightstand with a small alarm clock, the same photos with happy faces looking at her from the walls and her, so different, so new, so numb, laying with her eyes wide opened, not having enough strength to cry anymore, her sorrow just filling her heart silently, ripping it into pieces, night by night.
How could she just come back to normal life?
How could she pretend nothing had happened, when it did, so much? How could she just smile, when she wanted to cry; how could she say that she was fine when she wasn't? How could she convince everyone around her that she was and will be okay when she couldn't even convince herself?
She raised her head and cleared her throat when she heard the door opening behind her back. She just needed to stand the questions for a few more moments, sign the statement and she'll be able to go back home, to her shelter, where she didn't have to pretend anymore.
„Miss Donovan?” A voice behind her back asked.
And at that moment, she could swear that the world had stopped spinning, when the blood in her veins froze, just from those two innocent words.
Because she would recognize this voice everywhere.
Too many times she had heard the same voice spoke her name, in just the same manner, too many times she had listened to it, telling stories, cracking jokes, too many conversations late at night, when the same voice was wishing her goodnight dozens of times before.
The same voice who whispered sweet nothings into her ear, the same voice that confessed his love, the same voice that still haunted her in her dreams sometimes.
The voice...
His voice.
She gulped, her heart beating like crazy in her chest, suddenly threatening of breaking free.
It couldn't be...
It just couldn't...
Her limbs refused to cooperate, each of them suddenly weighing too much to move; her whole body freezing, her head not capable of turning, too afraid to look, too afraid that the sight won't be what she expected, too afraid that it will be nothing, but disappointment again.
After all, how could it be him?
She left him, in the 18th century, at the deck of the sinking ship, well aware that she will never see him again. How could she even think, for one moment, that he was here, with her, in the 21st century? Aria almost snorted, scolding herself in her mind. Stupid. She was stupid for even thinking that something that impossible could have happened. It was just craving of a longing heart, the feverish dream of a tormented brain, and wishful thinking, nothing more.
She could hear soft steps behind her back, approaching her, until they stopped, waiting, patiently waiting for her to do something, anything.
She swallowed hard and blinked, suddenly remembering how to breathe, remembering how to move, and soon she was turning around, slowly, stiffly, almost like she was afraid to see the person standing behind her back. Her gaze moved, starting from the hips of the man standing in front of her, across his chest and higher, through his broad shoulders, until it finally landed on his face and Aria's vision started to spin.
It couldn't be...
She blinked, once, twice, for a moment thinking that maybe her senses were betraying her or maybe that she truly was going crazy, too deep in her sorrow to distinguish reality from cravings of her sick mind. Yet the pair of bright eyes, sparkling with joy, a soft smile appearing on man's lips, the mess of soft curls on his head, it all looked real.
She slowly raised to her feet, standing up from her chair, her mouth opening and then closing when she took a step closer towards him, her hands reaching out towards him, her palms trembling when her fingers finally touched his arm, his skin warm under her touch, being there, firm, soft, real.
„Edward?” She finally whispered, her heart fluttering like crazy in her chest, her face raising almost shyly, meeting his eyes, her voice full of disbelief.
Part of her was sure that the man standing in front of her will just take a step back, telling her how wrong she was; the same part of her was expecting him to call her crazy, mistaking him for a man that was already dead for at least 250 years. Yet... It was still this tiniest flame of hope inside her broken heart, too small to burst out with its whole force, yet now giving her the craziest idea, that maybe, just maybe, it could have been him?
„You asked me to come.” The man spoke again, taking a step towards her, the smile never leaving his face. “So I did.” Another step and another, when he finally stopped right in front of her, his chest almost colliding with hers, when he looked down at her. „I found you, Aria." His voice was a whisper, when he reached out to her, placing his hand on her cheek, his thumb gently brushing her skin, just like it did so many times before.
Not so long ago, if someone would ask her to define impossible, she would have a few examples ready. Reading minds, predicting future, time travel, standing in front of a man who shouldn't be existing. Yet, after all, she's been through, impossible wasn't quite what it used to be before, was it?
Edward's smile was soft, tender, welcoming, almost like he was inviting her to believe in him, to believe that it was truly him standing in front of her. Her hands gently cupped his face, her trembling palms placing on his cheeks, when she looked up into his eyes, looking at her in the same way as she remembered.
"It's you..." She whispered, brushing the skin on his face with her thumbs. "It is truly you..." With a sob she threw her hands around his neck, pulling him closer, almost impossibly close, unable to stand a single inch of distance between them.
“It is me...” He murmured into her hair, his strong arms wrapping around her body, when he hugged her, tightly, strongly, his warmth so familiar, so comforting.
She buried her face in his shoulders, feeling hot tears streaming down her face when she desperately clutched onto him, refusing to let go, afraid that once she does, he will disappear, yet again, leaving her alone, but this time forever.
She couldn't say for how long they were standing there, her, sobbing into his arms and him, whispering soothing words into her ear, the words of comfort, of assurance, when he had her wrapped safely in the grip of his arms.
“I thought I will never see you again, I... I thought I lost you.” Her voice cracked, her hands curling into fists around the fabric of his shirt with desperation.
“But you didn't. I am here now. And I don't plan on going anywhere.” Edward pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
„But... But how?”
She could feel him smiling against his hair, his hands drawing soothing circles on her back, when he hugged her even closer.
„It's a long story. Really, long story.” He sighed.
„Do you plan on telling me?” Aria took a step back, freeing herself from his embrace to look at him, her eyebrow raised.
„Soon. First, we need to get you out of here and find a place to talk." He grabbed her face into his hands, smiling down at her. „I promise you, Aria. I will tell you everything. Every little detail, but..."
“But?”
“But first...” He hung his voice for a moment, gently brushing away tears from her cheeks. “I plan on showing you just how much I missed you, Miss Donovan.”
With that he leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips. This kiss was different. So, so different, full of something more. The way he wrapped her in her arms, his hands holding her gently, yet firmly, almost like he just wanted to make sure that she won’t disappear or run away; the way his fingers were tangling between her hair, pulling her closer, yet tenderly brushing the strands of her hair; the way his lips were meeting with hers, slowly, deeply, wanting to prolong the moment as much as he could. Aria felt like she was melting, the whole world around them disappearing into oblivion when she could only focus on his touch, the feeling of his warm and safe body right against hers, the taste of his tender kisses, when his mouth met with hers again and again and again and him, being her safe place, her harbor, her home.
It was a kiss that was a promise, of yet more to come. A promise of the new life they could start, a promise of a new story, a new adventure. The one they will finally share, being together, forever.
After a moment they parted, slowly, reluctantly, none of them wanting to be the first one to stop. Their foreheads touched, arms still around each other when they didn’t want to let go, at least not yet.
“I'll take that.” Aria smiled and Edward chuckled, shaking his head.
"You're impossible, Aria."
“I've heard that before.” She smirked, slowly moving her hands up and down, across his chest. “Sooo, marshall, huh? You've gone quite far from being a pirate?”
"As I said – that's a long story."
„That's okay.” Aria smiled warmly to him, cocking her head to the side, her eyes never leaving his face. She slipped her hands under his and placed them on his shoulders, smiling to him, before stepping on her tiptoes and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “We have time.”
Edward smiled, raising her hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to the top of it. For a moment he just kept on looking at her, the intensity of his look making her breathless, when he couldn't avert his eyes, her, standing right in front of him, being the biggest treasure he had ever found in this life. And he kissed her again before opening his mouth and speaking.
„All the time in the world...”