A.C. 2 Love :Part 1:When I die tomorrow, will you mourn me?Till the end of time.Why? I ran my finger along the curve of his jaw, watching his chest rise and fall with each mighty breath taken.My demons would never let me rest, he paused, chest rising as he drew in a deep breath. I waited, and when his pause grew into stale silence, I pulled his warm body closer to my own.Your eyes would eventually dry as all wells do run, and love will tenderly sew up the hole in your chest. A man once told me that a fire never truly dies until the last glowing ember is extinguished by a cold hand. A single flicker of hope still remains steadfast within you - life. I smiled now as my words sank in, basking in his sudden realization that I was correct. He shifted his head so that he could peer down at me, as we lay together beneath the thick blanket of glittering stars, our rough and battered clothes feeling as silk against out skin.