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His hands reminded her of her father’s hands, the fingers stout, the nails flat and clipped, peeling slightly at the top. They felt soft against the side of her face though, gently pressing half moons into her cheek.

“This is the last time,” he said, and kissed her. Was he reassuring her or reassuring himself? Perhaps it didn’t matter. She returned his kiss just as hungrily, her hand at the back of his neck, fingers sinking into his hair.

The morning light was beginning its slow awakening outside, and she knew that if they didn’t fall asleep before it soaked through the ivory curtains all the way she would not have slept all night.

Right before he left he held her hands in the doorway and looked at her. “What?” She asked, laughing. “I want to remember you,” he said and brought each of her fingers against his lips.

“Goodbye, Claire.” (read more)