Beyond His Savior's Touch

erfulness. "Let' s get away. Just the two of us. We' ll go up to the old monaste

reaction. Was this guilt? A pathetic attempt to pla

eded to see this through. I needed to

. He thought I was still his naive, trustin

he promised, kissing my cheek bef

the soft tapping of his thumbs on his p

he same unknown number. This time, it

mountain for the weekend. I need you t

d for being such a good lit

out saving Sarah. You know tha

You should come check my vitals in pe

ll see you at t

ary, unfortunate byproduct of his noble quest. He was using her for the trial, and

loe came through, th

e. It' s a chore for him. With me,

deliberate, cruel attack, meant to

rie set, laid out on a bed I didn' t recognize. The c

e same set, but in white. He' d s

larity on my own heartbreak while it stole the names of my favorite flowers. I couldn' t remember what a

ater. "You need to stay hydrated," he said, hi

more than my own life, the man who was

of saving me. He couldn' t bear the thought of failing. But the day-to-day work of loving a dying w

cold, hard resolve cry

osing me. Of me being

I would make sure that when I did, the Sarah he knew, th

the world and have them look back at you like a stranger. He wanted to save m