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"You changed the definition of death for me," Hannah said suddenly, settling her ice tea on the table, looking outside the window.

"How is that?" I replied, shocked from her choice of words.

"Death before was losing my soul. Being a dead body," she looked over at me. "It's different now that I already feel like I'm a dead body."

"You do?"

"How can I possibly be a living body if my soul collided with yours and claimed your body as home. I'm only alive when I'm next to my soul, next to you. If you leave, which I sure hope not so, I'd die. I'd be living like air. People breathing me in an inhale, changing me in an exhale. One exhale and I'd no longer be beneficial to humans."

Silence stretched between us as I stared at her mesmerizing face. Her eyes didn't lock with mine, and no smile curved her luscious lips.

"You were that one exhale, Hunter," she breathed and talked in very low voice. Too low that I could have mistaken it for only her inhales.

Inhales.

"I love you," my hand reached to hers across the table and my thumb caressed her palm calmly, tracing the lines drawn on her skin. "If you were air, I'd never breathe again."