Let this moment whisper through eternity. Let it fill my every dream and visit me each night.
I won’t pretend that I deserve you. I am faithless. I have done unforgivable things. And I am broken.” He gestured to his face and body with trembling hands. “I know you see past these things when you look at me . . . but I hope I can be enough...
You are a soldier. A fighter. And now you must fight. Not for the emperor, not for France . . . but for yourself.
Let me have you in the most intimate of ways, let me give you a part of myself that no other man may touch. Make me yours forever.
Pain is in the mind. And, in my mind, ma chérie … I was with you.
