“And then you snatched me from the ashes and stirred my dreams back to life.”
“Time was a thief, he stole your life away from you and the only way you could get it back was to outwit him and snatch it right back.”
“I thought my fireplace dead and stirred the ashes. I burned my fingers.”
“He pries me from his chest and drops his hand from the back of my head, tracing my ear, along my jawline. He snatches his fingers a moment before they press into my lip.”
“Something good was happening. My life was rising from the ashes, and the sight of it left me feeling something like hopeful.”
“She wraps her arms around me and speaks in my ear. Words just for me--the poetry of I love you--to keep me warm in the cold. With them she turns me back from ash and nothing into flesh and blood.”