"Seattle, you have to look at me. This won't work without eye contact," He said quietly. His voice was like velvet right now, soft and gentle. I forced myself to look at his bright blue eyes.

   They weren't harsh or judging. They were warm, soft, tender, and kind. I found that I couldn't look away. Silence encompassed our bodies, wrapping us in a tender caress. A new sense of awareness flooded my mind, and suddenly, there was something different about Carson. I could see him.

   "It really is you..." My voice was barely more than a whisper still, but I didn't care. I knew he could hear me.

   He smiled softly, lighting up my surroundings. "I promise it will always be me."  He said this with such intensity, it melted my soul. I could tell that he really meant it.

   I hadn't realized it, but we were only inches away from each other. Not knowing what else I could do, I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him to me. He held me in his arms, too.

   We could've been sitting like that for an eternity- our chins resting on each others shoulders, holding each other- though I knew somewhere that it couldn't have really been that long. I recognized this to be my first real contact with anyone since Tammy's birthday party two years ago; well, not counting the "battles" I've had with some very unfortunate Silver Liners.

   The last drops of sunlight squeezed themselves in through the living room windows, illuminating our touching scene.

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