Victor turned to Samantha and said, "Darling, your skin is quite translucent, but you still need to let me know. I realize many things can be done, but the one thing lacking is you haven't made it known to me."

There was a pause in the room. One of those discomforts in a lapse of time, but the distraction of the dust dancing in the sunlight as it crept through the half drawn curtains seemed to dampen the intensity of silence.

She tucked several locks of hair behind her ear, and slightly lifted her head and through a whisper and certainty she mumbled, "I have always loved you, but..." and yet another pause -

"But what, my darling?" Victor jolted, with a voice filled with concern and distress.

"...you have moved far too fast for far too long and I don't even know you anymore."

A sigh. A flood of realization of this tragic reality. A moment of reflection.

Then, a simple resolution. With sorrow, he replied, "I know. And I am terribly sorry for being in another world - I didn't know what to do."

Another pause, and she is hanging on his every word. Her breathing quickens, as to demand a final devotion from him.

He takes a deep breath, swallows hard, sits on the bed and grabs her hand.

"I will give it all up for the sake of you, my love." Then a tremor in his voice, "I need you to know me, so here I am. I would give up all the kingdoms of the world, all the wealth a man can posses, shoot down all the dreams I could ever have, to spend the remaining years of my life with you. To know you more than anyone. To love you."

She smiles softly. He rests his forehead on hers.

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