"So, How does this work now?" you asked uncertain. Taking his hand in your's. The wind of the december night blowed in, cold almost hauntingly eerie through the big windows of the astronomy tower. Mattheo looked at you and sighed deeply. His blue eyes full of his own uncertainity and fear and maibe a hint of hope? Hope of a better shared future?
"Well, you were right...We can't have both. We need to go. Tonight."
His hand comes up to your cheek. Stroking gently. Savoring every small contactm. A small gesture of the bond you two shared.
"Go? Where we should go Matt?" you asked scared.
In a fluent motion he pulls you in a close hug. Embraces you tightly while he whispers in your ear. The scent of Cigarettes and his expensive aftershave and ...him filling your nostrils.
"We will figure this out. No worries. We find a way. A place where he can find us...."