The heady scent of her perfume, her shampoo, her skin...just...her.
She held a part of him now. In her nimble fingers that were able to cajole pain and love from ebony keys, she grasped the heart of him. And he had joyously let himself go. Gave up whatever he had been able to withhold and smiled.
Oh, he did love her. The strong voice and character, her heart-shaped face and clear eyes, the way she would hold his face, thumb brushing the birthmark near his eye. As he held her, he sighed and realized the fact he could let her grow away from him and feel only trace sadness...
It has to mean something.
Albert laid one last soft kiss against her cheek and knew she loved him.