As their kiss ended, Cyrus stayed close to her, unable to tear himself away from her. Whatever she wanted of him, he would do. He would stop being so reckless with Alexus, he would give her the world. He wanted so much to take away her pain, and loneliness. They could heal each other, Cyrus could feel this in his heart, in his bones. She was the only one for him.
"Makayla, I..." He trailed off. "I mean, you are the most amazing girl I've ever met. This is even better then my dreams." Her scent was embedded in his head. She was the only girl he would ever see after this. He felt like he'd had his eyes opened, as if he was seeing himself and the world for the first time.