He held me softly. Like a flower holds its petals, like the night sky holds the stars, like the calm waves of the ocean hold a fragile jellyfish, drifting further out into the deep. His lips, caressing mine ever so softly, as if I were merely being kissed by a ghost. His fingers, oh his long fingers, stroking my face, leaving goosebumps on my skin with every trace. And his eyes, looking deep into mine,searching for something - an answer, a question? I wasn't sure. But how gripping and mesmerizing his gaze was, how much it chilled me to the bone and warmed my soul at the same time, how I could never look away.
