- I think you look more beautiful than ever.
He laughs tenderly, kissing his love.
- Not as much as you my love.
They kissed for a long time before she nestled her face again in his manly neck where she smelled an intoxicating scent.
- Again this perfume of nostalgia. How I missed you my love.
- And I heard your music again. If you knew how it brought me light. I was conquered as never before.
They stayed like that for a little while, but Azhewo had to act for two.
- Baby, you don't put anything as always against me. We have to go inside because you are cold.
- No, I'm not cold because you're here. You are not dead. You are back. So the cold or the pain doesn't matter anymore.
- Yes, for me too, and I won't go away again. Or rather I'll take you with me to Canada.
- I'll do that.
He carried her to the house, slammed the door, then took the stairs and walked to the room that Ariadne absentmindedly indicated.
They slumped on the big bed. Happy and in love.
