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She was in my arms, with her face buried in my chest, her knees tucked between my own, and her palms pressed on my back. I thought about the odds, the probability of it. In a world so vast, we somehow found each other. People still found people who made them feel like this. Like home and safety and acceptance.

"I smell like you," she whispered with her eyes shut, dozing off.

"I smell like you," I took her words in my mouth, aroused to know her tongue had brought them to fruition.

"I wish I could feel like this forever."

"No, don't wish that," I rasped into her hair. "Wish to always appreciate it whenever you do feel like this."

"Hmm," she hummed, the sound vibrating against the skin of my sternum.

She fell asleep, and I held her as tightly as I could without hurting her. Suddenly, the darkness of my condition didn't scare me anymore. She was a star, and she had lit up my sky just by being herself.

For the first time in a very long time, it didn't matter that I was heartless.

I had her, and she was my heart.