87-Our Future

When Brent finished, his eyes just looked at Hermosa without blinking.

His face was pale, yet his eyes and lips held a warm smile, and deep compassion.

He knew that what he had done had been worth it, and that at least he had saved the woman he loved.

They just sat quietly beside each other, saying nothing and keeping each other company in silence.

Somehow Hermosa hadn't bawled when she thought Brent was dead, and when she faced Simona, although she was sad, she tried to restrain herself from really crying.

But now she couldn't help it, and the tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes like a broken thread.

She looked down and gave Brent a hug, and Brent's strong arms came around her and took her into his arms.

Hermosa's body ached in places where the bandages had been, but she didn't mind.

Or rather, the pain was giving her a distinct feeling that she was alive.

She heard Brent's heart beating strongly beneath his warm, firm chest, felt their warmth and breath intertwine.

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