This moment they were sharing was like a picture straight out of a fairy tale, or something one might read from a novel about love and heartache. The healing of a tortured soul, brought back together by someone whom they loved dearly, or maybe someone they'd just met, but had an automatic connection to. Sometimes it did not make sense, what fate had in store, but that tug was not to be ignored.<br/><br/>For a moment, silence was between them, after she had asked how he was feeling. For a moment she thought he was not going to answer, and when he started to move close to her, the spots upon her neck forming goosebumps where he had touched softly with his fingers. Her cheeks grew ever pink the closer their faces became, and she felt short of breath, as her heart began to beat quite fast within her chest.<br/><br/>Was he...going to kiss her?<br/><br/>It felt that way for sure, when she could soon feel his breath touching softly against her mouth like the feathers of a downy pillow. Her own eyelids slid downward, her long eyelashes brushing against her cheeks, her lips having parted ever so slightly, so that her own breath mixed and mingled with Goku's. Softly, gently.<br/><br/>But just as they merge, they were gone from the island. Disappeared from the sandy beach where they had been sitting moments ago. All that was left from them was indents in the sand, the two empty bottles where Lizbet had been sitting, and the dress that was set out, drying in the sun. Gone, just like that.