Anabelle finally lies back allows herself to sink into him, then, her curves — though sharp and jagged round the bone — taking purchase against the contours of his body. Lately, a fear once small has been building in her gut, ever growing which each passing thought. Miracles are rare and fleeting, and she's afraid she may have used all of her up already, but the proof to the contrary lies all around them. The air is impossibly damp for mid-Texas, and somehow, it smells faintly of saltwater. She closes her eyes for a moment, just to imagine them back on that beach, and she can hear the rush of the waves drowning out every other sound.

"Ain't it just the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" She asks, staring up herself, transfixed by the deep blue playing background to the vivid, stark yellow lines of flower petals. It doesn't take much to note that there's a tension between them still, and uneasiness that doesn't fade as quickly as she would like, but it's an obstacle they've overcome before, they can do it again. At present, all that matters are the words from his lips, hints that at long last he's beginning to believe.