The kiss, The Kiss she doesn't break only returns as much as she can use her lips she uses them to tell how much she meant it, caressing his face with her fingertips now that he holds her arm and hand for her.<br/>Everything feels so easy now! Light and bright and without a taste of bitterness. If there was rain clouding their sky - it stops. If there was a storm in their souls that stole nights' peace from them - it's quit.<br/>Only smile and laughter remain, again they are those excited sixteen year olds, in a very old house they begin to re-live their youth, being reborn in each other's arms. What he planned to do, to leave for upstairs seemingly falls out of his head and they are so burried into their private summer they don't even notice Francis returning from her babysitting, nor her polite leaving through the same door, once she wrote a joyful post-it, sticking it on the fridge.<br/><br/><em>'Congratulations, kids :) See you in the morning. Love: Mom'</em><br/><br/>She always leaves notes signing like this to Alliana.<br/>This was the most she could give to her. And what she saw at the foot of the stairs was the most she could hope.<br/>