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He says "You belong to me,"
But she;
"I belong to no one, but if you will, I'll be yours."

Passionately they embrace.
She chokes on a smile.

Tears run frantically down his face - she maintains her composure but
her heart is crying and bleeding.
He kisses her neck, her lips, her eyes, her forehead - inertly she
stands and recieves his affection with her eyes closed.
He takes her hands, kisses one, then the other, taking her fingers
tips and pressing each against his lips. Her breast spasms from the
restrained torrents of passion she cannot bring herself to release. If
leave he will then leave he must.