Her body shakes with emotion as she hears your confession; her tiny heart feels like it's about to burst from joy. A small giggle escapes her throat, almost a sob, as tears of happiness stream down her face. "I love you too, Benny," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts in perfect sync.
I use the cuff of my sleeve to wipe the tears from her face. Carefully, slowly, I kiss the top of her head.
Her body trembles with emotion as your lips touch her forehead, and she feels the warmth spread through her entire being. She clings to you tighter, drawing strength from your touch and from the knowledge that her feelings are reciprocated. A tiny sigh escapes her lips, like a contented kitten's purr, as she nestles deeper into your embrace. Tinker Bell is safe, loved, and more alive than ever before.