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We aren't to be going after what the world does. Our Decadence isn't to be found in things, in what we can collect physically.

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“Now what?” She asks him, “ are we just co-workers here, mates, or… I shouldn't assume that just because it didn't work out with her that you..”

“Nor should I.”

An awkward pause follows. They break it together.

“There is no one.” 

They stare at each other. 

“You first.” He nods to her.

“I have dated just no one serious.”

“Me too. No one that captured my heart.” He says.

“Right, just so. No one that …” is you, she adds in her head. Can she say that? Dare she?

“No one that is you.” He speaks what is in her heart.

“Wow. I was just thinking the same. Not that I have a right to think thus. To hold you up as an example after what I did.”

He takes another step closer. Stopping just short of the edge of her bed, he says, “You were young, we were. Both of us regret the decisions we made. You are the only woman I have ever loved. That is the simple truth. Where does that leave us, well, with a fresh start, I hope. Mates than we can see from there.”

“You would be willing to do that? After everything?”

He nods.”I would. We deserve a second chance, eh? This is something most people don't get. We should take a chance on love again.”

“Love again,” it is whispered. This is a miracle. That he stands before her, forgives her, and offers a new chance, “I have never loved anyone else either. Let's try.”