Sarah relaxed and traced where a mouth should be in the blank face. Her sensitive fingers explored the white void, instinctively giving him eyebrows, eyes, a nose, cheekbones and a mouth.  Snuggling closer to his thin form, she once again felt at home and protected. Sarah had never had a boyfriend. She had had more than enough male attention when she was so young, enough to stunt her social growth, but suddenly, her heart was pounding faster and she felt all flushed. The static in her head became the soothing rush of a babble brook and the soft tinkle of windchimes. He was holding her like he would never let her go and that suited Sarah just fine. She pressed a kiss on what would be his cheek, if only he had a face.<br/><br/>"I love you," she said, simply.