He rebuked himself for their closeness, for touching her in this manner, longing to trace the lips speaking such grace. He wouldn’t, of course. Not when questioning if this true affection, or gratitude for someone unbewitched by his mole. Diarmuid dared not name it anything more, and yet… Tightness gathered in his chest, strangely favorable. Moments like this, her body laid across him, relaxed, under his gentle caress were immeasurable. To deny his spirit feeling in its final days invited regrets that’d haunt his soul.
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In #mythology, Diarmuid's mole enchants women to fall in love with him, but it doesn't work on Haley. She genuinely cares for him & that allows Diarmuid to let go, to feel & explore what he's been denying himself in the #afterlife with Haley.