[ She tucks her hand under his chin, wiping the small trickle of blood running from his mouth away with her thumb. As much as she can, anyway, considering the mess she is.
It's then that she leans in and presses her lips to his. He's in a bad way, and she wants him to be able to have one last kiss. He tastes like blood and smoke and dust, but he's still her Peter. Her wonderful, brave, perfect Peter. ]
I always told myself I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.
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[ She tucks her hand under his chin, wiping the small trickle of blood running from his mouth away with her thumb. As much as she can, anyway, considering the mess she is.
It's then that she leans in and presses her lips to his. He's in a bad way, and she wants him to be able to have one last kiss. He tastes like blood and smoke and dust, but he's still her Peter. Her wonderful, brave, perfect Peter. ]
I always told myself I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.
I'm glad I get to.