"I-!" she finally shouts, overturning her chair as she stands too quickly, "I am not going to--to cling to these, these fairytales and delusions any longer-!"

He is losing her, he knows and it's the one thing he can't bear to let happen; he stands and grabs her wrists, pulls her against him and says "So, cling to me!"

She looks up at him, startled, but her eyes are already hooded and her gaze slides to his mouth.

"Forget the rest," he pleads, "but not me."

When her mouth devours his, he hopes she can still taste the past on his tongue.