Nolan Morrison's voice was hoarse, he hugged Matilda Jenkins tightly, unconsciously calling out Matilda Jenkins's name.
This was imprinted deep in his heart, an emotion he couldn't control or stop. This name existed in his blood, in his body like a brand and a belief.
Matilda Jenkins lay on Nolan Morrison's chest, extending her arms to hug him.
He was burning fiercely, his body so thin that his bones could hurt someone.
Matilda's face was pressed against Nolan's chest, her cheeks hurt from his body temperature, and the tears she shed seemed to evaporate instantly on him. Her throat choked, "I've been waiting for you all along, I've always been..."
She had never left, neither in person nor in heart, she was always here, never far away.
Matilda's vision was blurred, filled with joy in her heart.
She knew the person she had been waiting for was back.
