A/N: Set during somewhere in Crossed where they are already together, travelling, looking for somewhere to sleep for the night.

I do not own the characters.

I watch Ky as we walk.

His eyes are dusk; gloomy, and the mystery of him holds me here on the ground. I almost trip because I get lost in them too easily, but his hand in mine balances me. His eyes twinkle right at me and I see dark galaxies and deep lagoons.

His smile is warm. It takes the breath out of my lungs. I love the way the ends tug upward, causing his face to light up. I can hear words from him, hiding beneath his smile. Poetry.

His voice is music. It flows around me and swallows me whole, and I don't care if I drown in it. I can hear waves and wind and life. I can hear love, meaning, and enigmas. Enigmas I will never be understand. But I do understand because it is meant to stay like so. He is a conundrum. He is a labyrinth, so different.

I think that's one of the reasons why I love him.

"Are you okay?" he asks me, in a whisper. He squeezes my hand.

I whisper back, "I'm okay; I'm with you now." And how I wish it will stay like that.

His smile grows marginally wider, and his grip on my hand tightens; he bows his head as if he is abashed.

I will never hold your story completely, Ky. You're a closed book.

As I look at him, right there beside me, I see him.

And I hope you know I love you no matter what.