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Yoongi smiled at the bewildered look on her face.  

“Do you have a piece of paper and a pen or pencil?” he asked the silent, blushing girl.  A poem had begun to write itself upon his heart as he continued to stare at this little beauty.

She nodded and reached for her purse.  What was Yoongi up to?  She pulled out a pencil before preparing to tear a sheet of paper from the notebook she’d just bought at the bookstore.  It was so pretty that it had caught her eye.  She’d had no reason to buy it.  She just hadn’t been able to resist it.  Now she was glad she’d followed the inexplicable impulse.

Seeing she was about to tear a page out, Yoongi reached over and touched her hand with his own, stilling her movement.  She glanced up at him sharply.  He was releasing volts of electricity into her hand through his fingertips.  Could he feel it too?

“Don’t tear it out.  Leave it in there.  May I borrow it for a moment?”

Then, sadly, she lost contact with his electricity as he lifted his hand from hers to accept the notebook from her.  She handed it to him and watched curiously to see what he would do with it.

“May I borrow the pencil too?” he gestured towards the pencil that she’d laid down on the table.

She nodded and handed it to him.  Her fingertips brushed his fingers, and she felt another jolt course through her.  It made her slightly dizzy.  She stared at him wide-eyed as he bent over the notebook and began to write.

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“Do you think those who have left us still think about us?”

A momentary pang crossed Sarah’s face as Tae addressed her for the first time with a question.  “Are you talking about your grandmother, Tae?”

His dark eyes delved into hers, and she felt an odd mix of pleasure – caused by those beautiful eyes themselves – and sorrow – the result of his question and all the answering echoes it stirred in her own soul.

He nodded his head, relieved that she understood.  He immediately knew there was an answering empathy in this young woman.  That she instantly comprehended something that he would normally have had to explain to others.  He had found a kindred spirit.  Her ability to quickly ascertain his thoughts set him at ease.  He smiled at her.

She nodded her head.  “I truly believe my father thinks of me every day from Heaven.  He’s watching over me.  He loves me still with all his heart.  I’m sure your grandmother does too, Tae.  Still adores the beautiful boy she raised.”  

Sarah felt tears stinging her eyes, and she saw mirroring moisture in Tae’s stunning eyes too.  She blinked, and a lone tear made its way down her cheek.  Tae’s eyes left hers to trace the path of that tear until he reached out with his thumb to softly brush her cheek, knocking that tear off course.  Stealing it away as his thumb slipped along her skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

It had been an odd question to ask her, but the first time he’d looked into her eyes, the smile he’d found there had reminded him of his grandmother.  She’d had kind eyes too.  And kind fingers.  That was where Tae’s thumb had learned such compassion.  But it was the fire of his own heart that had burned itself into Sarah’s skin through his thumbprint upon her cheek.