The Last Gift

And she held her breath as his lips curled into what looked like beginning to an the answer, her answer, an answer she had held on for far too long than she could afford to. 

“Maggie!” came to life as he spoke her name aloud. Every time. All he ever said.

And yet she was finally happy. She had an answer. She leaned forward to have her their last kiss, almost sucking the soul (if he still had one) out of his body. 

With a belief that he could still save both of them…