“Will you stay with me?" I whisper."Always.”
“I can’t stay away from you,” he whispers...“Don’t stay away from me, then,” I whisper back...”
“Stay with me.” “We’re married,” she whispered. “Of course I’ll stay.” “You could decide to leave me.” “I won’t.” “Promise me.” “I have promised. I do promise.”
“Do you love me?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Always?” [...]“Always,” I whispered.”
“It’s always you and me.” I nodded again and felt my lips quivering. He kept whispering, “Always me and my Sylvie, yeah?” “Yeah,” I whispered.”
“Besides...' She smiled. 'I'm perfectly safe, remember? I've got you. I've always got you.''Please always stay mine,' he whispered.'Always.”