Dark Love
She fled towards him, feeling like a little girl whose daddy was home and with many presents.
When she reached him, he enveloped her in his arms, holding her closely.
“I love you, Nara.”
“I love you too, Lemuel Arnold.”
“I love you more.” He said.
“No, I love you more.”
He laughed. “It’s a draw then.”
This time, she was the one who laughed. Then he held her back from him so that he could look at her, an intense fire in his eyes.
“I love you, Nara, with all my heart.”